A mystic sees beyond the illusion of separateness into the intricate web of life in which all things are expressions of a single Whole. You can call this web God, the Tao, the Great Spirit, the Infinite Mystery, Mother or Father, but it can be known only as love.
Remember to think of your departed mother always as living, just away in another room of our Father’s house.
God sends children for another purpose than merely to keep up the race - to enlarge our hearts, to make us unselfish, and full of kindly sympathies and affections; to give our souls higher aims, and to call out all our faculties to extended enterprise and exertion; to bring round our fireside bright faces and happy smiles, and loving, tender hearts. My soul blesses the Great Father every day, that He has gladdened the earth with little children.
So heavenly father, what’s my reward? Reward? What reward? That’s what you were supposed to do.
It is well that the stately synagogue should lift its walls by the side of the aspiring cathedral, a perpetual reminder that there as many mansions of the Father’s earthly house as well as in the heavenly one; that civilized humanity… is mightier than any one institution.
If you are wise, all men will be your friends and kindred, for you will be useful and good; but if you are not wise, neither father, nor mother, nor kindred; nor any one else, will be your friends.
Laughing at his own son, who got his mother, and by his mother's means his father also, to indulge him, he told him that he had the most power of any one in Greece: "For the Athenians command the rest of Greece, I command the Athenians, your mother commands me, and you command your mother."
Beware of covetousness, which is a malady, diseaseful, incurable. Intimacy with it is impossible, it makes the sweet friend bitter, it alienates the trusted one from his master, it makes father and mother mad… it divorces a man’s wife.
Shallow men believe in luck, believe in circumstances: it was somebody’s name, or he happened to be there at the time, or it was so then, and another day it would have been otherwise. Strong men believe in cause and effect. The man was born to do it, and his father was born to be the father of him and for this deed, and, by looking narrowly, you shall see there was no luck in the matter, but it was all a problem in arithmetic, or an experiment in chemistry.
For the Universe has three children, born at one time, which reappear under different names in every system of thought, whether they are called cause, operation and effect; or more poetically, Jove, Pluto, Neptune; or theologically, the Father, the Spirit and the Son; but we will call the Knower, the Doer and the Sayer. These stand respectively for the love of truth, for the love of good, and the love of beauty. These three are equal. The poets are thus liberating gods. They are free and they make free.
The greatest and supreme and the most comprehensive community is that which is composed of men and God, and that from God have descended the seeds not only to my father and grandfather, but to all beings which are generated on the earth and are produced... why should not such a man call himself a citizen of the world?
Life was a lot simpler when what we honored was father and mother rather than all major credit cards.
If ye forgive not men their trespasses, neither will your Father forgive your trespasses.
A child tells in the street what its father and mother say at home.
Though "the words of the wise be as nails fastened by the masters of assemblies," yet their examples are the hammer to drive them in to take the deeper hold. A father that whipped his son for swearing, and swore himself whilst he whipped him, did more harm by his example than the good by his correction.
Though “the words of the wise be as nails fastened by the masters of the assemblies,” yet sure their examples are the hammer to drive them in to take the deeper hold. A father that whipped his son for swearing, and, swore himself whist he whipped him, did more harm by his example than good by his correction.
Your enjoyment of the world is never right, till every morning you awake in Heaven; see yourself in your Father’s Palace; and look upon the skies, the earth, and the air as Celestial Joys; having such a reverend esteem of all, as if you were among the angels.
War is the father of all things.
In democratic countries, however opulent a man is supposed to be, he is almost always discontented with his fortune because he finds that he is less rich than his father was, and he fears that his sons will be less rich than himself. Most rich men in democracies are therefore constantly haunted by the desire of obtaining wealth, and they naturally turn their attention to trade and manufactures, which appear to offer the readiest and most efficient means of success. In this respect they share the instincts of the poor without feeling the same necessities; say, rather, they feel the most imperious of all necessities, that of not sinking in the world.
Worship is the soul searching for its counterpart. It is a thirsty land crying
out for rain. It is a candle in the act of being kindled. It is a drop in quest of
the ocean. It is a man listening through a tornado for a Still Small Voice. It
is the voice in the night calling for help. It is a sheep lost in the wilderness,
pleading for rescue by the Good Shepherd. It is the same sheep nestling in
the arms of the Rescuer. It is the Prodigal Son running to his Father. It is a
soul standing in awe before the mystery of the Universe. It is a poet
enthralled by the beauty of a sunrise. It is a workman pausing for a moment
to listen to a strain of music. It is a hungry heart seeking for love. It is Time
flowing into Eternity… It is man climbing the altar stairs to God.