The blossom of love will make the air fragrant; the river of love will murmur along the valleys; and every bird, beast and child will sing the song of love.
Was there ever a more horrible blasphemy than the statement that all the knowledge of God is confined to this or that book?
All the lights of the world cannot be compared even to a ray of inner light of the Self.
The soul that is attached to anything, however much good there may be in it, will not arrive at the liberty of Divine union. For whether it be a strong wire rope or a slender and delicate thread that holds the bird, it matters not, if it really holds it fast; for until the cord be broken, the bird cannot fly.
Christmas - that magic blanket that wraps itself about us, that something so intangible that it is like a fragrance.
