“Never did eye see the sun unless it had first become sun-like, and never can the soul have vision of the First Beauty unless itself be beautiful.”

Become vision itself.

As the eye waits on the rising of the Sun which in its own time appears above the horizon and gives itself to our sight.

And this is the life of the Gods, and of Godlike men, a life without love of the world, a flight of the Alone to the Alone.

The stars are like letters that inscribe themselves at every moment in the sky.

Mankind is poised midway between the gods and the beasts.

In this state of absorbed contemplation, there is no longer any question of holding an object in view.

There is one and the same soul in many bodies.

Beauty addresses itself chiefly to sight, but there is a beauty for the hearing too.

If someone with the right conduct tries to attain to something that lies outside of it, is his goal not the right conduct.

Life here with the things of the earth is a sinking, a defeat, a failing of the wing.

Before we had our becoming here, we existed There, men other than now; we were pure souls.

One word was uttered and from every side an ear attended and received and there was an effective hearing.

It is bad enough to be condemned to drag around this image in which nature has imprisoned me.

Knowing ourselves, we are beautiful; in self-ignorance, we are ugly.

Clearly, either in the Soul alone, or in the Soul as employing the body, or in some third entity deriving from both. And for this third entity, again, there are two possible modes: it might be either a blend or a distinct form due to the blending.

One principle must make the universe a single complex living creature, one from all.

I wouldn’t say I’ve become more radical: I was born radical.

If you don’t act, the danger becomes stronger.

Become more and more attractive and impressive, and you see that in fact they are beautiful. Not conventionally beautiful, not celebrity beautiful, but beautiful all through.

If we all say the same thing, then I think the government has to listen. But because no one is saying it, I become singled out, even though what I’m saying is common sense.

This has become manifest: the global system was not made to serve the good of all, but to serve multinational companies.

I Became a free woman when I decided to stop dreaming, freedom that is waiting for nothing .. and anticipation is a state of slavery

We must become expressions of, not consumers of, realization.

You can never become that thing, because it’s such a projection.