My inner world is an invisible picture painted on an enigmatic background with neither images nor words, because buried and dampened by emotions that have never been lived or lived only by half.
The body dies, the soul doesn't. She pretends to be dead only to cheat death.
The eye, the window of the soul, is the chief means whereby the understanding can most fully and abundantly appreciate the infinite works of Nature; and the ear is second.
Nothing discernable to the eye of the spirit is more brilliant or obscure than man; nothing is more formidible, complex, mysterious, and infinite. There is a prospect greater than the sea, and it is the sky; there is a prospect greater than the sky, and it is the human soul.
Close by the rights of man, at the least set beside them, are the rights of the spirit.
I have no need for good souls: an accomplice is what I wanted.
Spiritual progress is like detoxification. Things have to come up in order to be released. Once we have asked to be healed, then our unhealed places are forced to the surface.
O living flame of love that so tenderly wounds.
You make my soul fly above the sky, and guess what? I love to fly!
My religion is kindness.