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It is a secret which every intellectual man quickly learns, that, beyond the energy of his possessed and conscious intellect, he is capable of a new energy as of an intellect doubled on itself , by abandonment to the nature of things; that, beside his privacy of power as an individual man, there is a great public power, on which he can draw, by unlocking, at all risks, his human doors, and suffering the ethereal tides to roll and circulate through him: then he is caught up into the life of the Universe, his speech is thunder, his thought is law, and his words are universally intelligible All love is sweet, Given or returned.
Common as light is love, And its familiar voice wearies not ever. They who inspire it most are fortunate As I am now; but those who feel it most Are happier still. That best portion of a good man's life, His little, nameless, unremembered acts Of kindness and of love.
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Suspicion always haunts the guilty mind: The thief doth fear each bush an officer. My conscience hath a thousand several tongues And every tongue brings in a several tale And every tale condemns me for a villain. What stronger breastplate than a heart untainted!
Thrice is he armed that has his quarrel just, And he but naked, though locked up in steel, Whose conscience with injustice is corrupted. There is no terror, Cassius, in your threats; For I am armed so strong in honesty That they pass by me as the idle wind, Which I respect not. Come good or ill, the pure in heart are in the right way. The best of men That e'er wore earth about him, was a sufferer, A soft, meek, patient, humble, tranquil spirit, The first true gentleman that ever breathed. I charge thee, fling away ambition By that sin fell the angels. How can man then, The image of his maker hope to win by it?
Love thyself last: cherish those hearts that hate thee; Corruption wins not more than honesty Still in thy right hand carry gentle peace, To silence envious tongues: be just, and fear not. Let all the ends thou aim'st at be thy country's, Thy God's and truth's. Thy steady temper, Portius, Can look on guilt, rebellion, fraud, and Caesar, In the calm lights of mild philosophy.
Since my dear soul was mistress of her choice, And could of men distinguish her election, Sh'hath sealed thee for herself, for thou hast been As one in suff'ring all that suffers nothing, A man that Fortune's buffets and rewards Hast ta'en with equal thanks; and blest are those Whose blood and judgement are so well co-medled, That they are not a pipe for Fortune's finger To sound what stop she please: give me that man That is not passion's slave, and I will wear him In my heart's core, ay in my heart of heart, As I do thee.
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Gleanings From The Writings Of Bahá'u'lláh
Consider that every passion is an inlet to sin, that those are the avenues whereby the enemy enters the citadel of the soul. As can be seen from the many famous quotations, and less well known quotations , in the "age-of-the-sage" "Central" spiritual insights section the True Mystics - be they Buddhists, Christians, Hindus, Jews, Muslims, Taoists, or whatever - all seem to recognise these very same "aspects of spirituality", i.
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Charity, Humility etc. There are however slight differences between the Wisdom identified by secular writers and the Wisdom identified by the Mystics. These differences in recognition, and emphasis, between "poetry" and "spirituality" are more evident in relation to those insights considered through the famous quotations on our "Other" insights sections. Eloquent quotable quotes from secular writers variously deal with "aspects of truth" which are definitely spiritual as well as with "aspects of truth" that are not readily characterised as being primarily spiritual.
Nor less I deem that there are Powers Which of themselves our minds impress; That we can feed this mind of ours In a wise passiveness. Those obstinate questionings Of sense and outward things, Fallings from us, vanishings; Blank misgivings of a Creature Moving about in worlds not realised, High instincts before which our mortal Nature Did tremble like a guilty thing surprised. One in whom persuasion and belief Had ripened into faith, and faith become A passionate intuition.
The soul is the perceiver and revealer of truth. We know truth when we see it, let skeptic and scoffer say what they choose We distinguish the announcements of the soul, its manifestations of its own nature, by the term Revelation. These are always attended by the emotion of the sublime. For this communication is an influx of the Divine mind into our mind.
It is an ebb of the individual rivulet before the flowing surges of the sea of life. Every distinct apprehension of this central commandment agitates men with awe and delight. The great distinction between teachers sacred or literary, It is of no use to preach to me from without. I can do that too easily myself. Jesus speaks always from within, and in a degree that transcends all others.
In that is the miracle. I believe beforehand that it ought so to be. All men stand continually in the expectation of the appearance of such a teacher. The same Omniscience flows into the intellect, and makes what we call genius. But genius is religious. It is a larger imbibing of the common heart. It is not anomalous, but more like, and not less like other men.
There is, in all great poets, a wisdom of humanity which is superior to any talents they exercise. For they are poets by the free course which they allow to the informing soul, which through their eyes beholds again, and blesses the things which it hath made. The soul is superior to its knowledge; wiser than any of its works. The great poet makes us feel our own wealth, We lie in the lap of immense intelligence, which makes us receivers of its truth and organ of its activity. When we discern justice, when we discern truth, we do nothing by ourselves, but allow a passage to its beams.
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If we ask whence this comes, if we seek to pry into the soul that causes, all philosophy is at fault. Its presence or its absence is all we can affirm. The poets are thus liberating gods. There is good reason why we should prize this liberation. The fate of the poor shepherd, who, blinded and lost in the snow-storm, perishes in a drift within a few feet of his cottage door, is an emblem of the state of man.
On the brink of the waters of life and truth, we are miserably dying.