Crime and punishment grow out of one stem. Punishment is a fruit that, unsuspected, ripens with the flower of the pleasure that concealed it.
Even after all this time the sun never says to the Earth, “You owe me.” Look what happens with a love like that, it lights the whole sky.
That one I love who is incapable of ill will, and returns love for hatred. Living beyond the reach of I and mind, pain and pleasure, full of mercy, contented, self-controlled, with all his heart and all his mind given to Me – with such a one I am in love.
When the creative impulse sweeps over you, grab it! You grab it and honour it and use it, because momentum is a rare gift.
Why is it that, as a culture, we are more comfortable seeing two men holding guns than holding hands?
