The measure of your holiness is proportionate to the goodness of your will.

The measure of your holiness is proportionate to the goodness of your will.

The ability to see beauty is the beginning of our moral sensibility. What we believe is beautiful we will not read more

The ability to see beauty is the beginning of our moral sensibility. What we believe is beautiful we will not want　only destroy.

One may not doubt that, somehow Good
Shall come of Water and of Mud;
And sure, the read more

One may not doubt that, somehow Good
Shall come of Water and of Mud;
And sure, the reverent eye must see
A purpose in Liquidity.

A human being is a part of a whole, called by us _universe_, a part limited in time and space. read more

A human being is a part of a whole, called by us _universe_, a part limited in time and space. He experiences himself, his thoughts and feelings as something separated from the rest... a kind of optical delusion of his consciousness. This delusion is a kind of prison for us, restricting us to our personal desires and to affection for a few persons nearest to us. Our task must be to free ourselves from this prison by widening our circle of compassion to embrace all living creatures and the whole of nature in its beauty."

I've often said, the only thing standing between me and greatness is me

I've often said, the only thing standing between me and greatness is me

Everything has beauty, but not everyone sees it.

Everything has beauty, but not everyone sees it.

In places where this beauty has already disappeared, we will reconstruct it.

In places where this beauty has already disappeared, we will reconstruct it.

Her glossy hair was cluster'd o'er a brow
Bright with intelligence, and fair and smooth;
Her eyebrow's read more

Her glossy hair was cluster'd o'er a brow
Bright with intelligence, and fair and smooth;
Her eyebrow's shape was like the aerial bow,
Her cheek all purple with the beam of youth,
Mounting, at times, to a transparent glow,
As if her veins ran lightning.

The light of love, the purity of grace,
The mind, the Music breathing from her face,
The read more

The light of love, the purity of grace,
The mind, the Music breathing from her face,
The heart whose softness harmonized the whole,
And, oh! the eye was in itself a Soul!