From craving is born grief, from craving is born fear. For one freed from craving there’s no grief – so how fear?
The feet of the humblest may walk in the field where the feet of the holiest trod. This, then, is the marvel to mortals revealed. When the silvery trumpets of Christmas have pealed, that mankind are children of God.
Action may not always bring happiness, but there is no happiness without action.
When did I realise I was God? Well, I was praying and I suddenly realised I was talking to myself.
Let every man and woman count himself immortal. Let him catch the revelation of Jesus in his resurrection. Let him say not merely, “Christ is risen,” but “I shall rise.”
As human beings, our greatness lies not so much in being able to remake the world – that is the myth of the atomic age – as in being able to remake ourselves.
