“Were you indeed not blinded by the Curse Of Self-exile, that still grows worse and worse, Yourselves would know that, though you see him not, He is with you this Moment, on this Spot.”

When first you enter Wisdom’s sea, beware-A wave of indecision floods you there.

A man whose eyes love opens risks his soul – His dancing breaks beyond the mind’s control.

The fruit of love’s great tree is poverty; Whoever knows this knows humility.

Let love lead your soul. Make it a place to retire to, a kind of monastery cave, a retreat for the deepest core of your being.

The Sea Will be the Sea Whatever the drop’s philosophy.

This was no friendship, to forsake your friend, To promise your support and at the end Abandon him-this was sheer treachery. Friend follows friend to hell and blasphemy- When sorrow comes one’s true friends are found; In times of joy ten thousand gather round.

The ocean can be yours; why should you stop Beguiled by dreams of evanescent dew? The secrets of the sun are yours, but you Content yourself with motes trapped in beams.

If the eye of the heart is open, in each atom there will be one hundred secrets

I close my eyes and I see you. I open them, and I’m blind.

The universe we observe has precisely the properties we should expect if there is, at bottom, no design, no purpose, no evil, no good, nothing but blind, pitiless indifference.

If you’re deaf, dumb, and blind to what’s happening in the world, you’re under no obligation to do anything. But if you know what’s happening and you don’t do anything but sit on your ass, then you’re nothing but a punk.

Stress blind you with your blessings.

Love is blind; friendship tries not to notice.

I don’t wish to be without my brains, tho’ they doubtless interfere with a blind faith which would be very comfortable.

Everybody’s blind when the view’s amazing.

It is a simple feat of scientific electrical engineering – only expensive – blind, faint-hearted, doubting world.