Love Expands

Mortal men ask God for good things every day, but they never pray that they may make good use of them.

In these times I don’t, in a manner of speaking, know what I want; perhaps I don’t want what I know and want what I don’t know.

Artists in each of the arts seek after and care for nothing but love.

The soul exists partly in eternity and partly in time.

Who can wonder at the attractiveness… of the bar, for our ambitious young men, when the highest bribes of society are at the feet of the successful orator?

Why do we think love is a magician? Because the whole power of magic consists in love. The work of magic is the attraction of one thing by another because of a certain affinity of nature.

You are running to seek your friend. Let your feet run, but your mind need not.

Never worry about anything. Live in the present. Live now. Be happy.

Books that distribute things… with as daring a freedom as we use in dreams, put us on our feet again.

There is a moment in the history of every nation, when . . . the perceptive powers reach their ripeness and have not yet become microscopic: so that man, at that instant . . . with his feet still planted on the immense forces of night, converses by his eyes and brain with solar and stellar creation.

Everyone believes that he abounds in wisdom, but is short of money.

Law it is . . . which hears without ears, sees without eyes, moves without feet and seizes without hands.