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a strange forof self-indulgehere are tis when i would be wronged and cheated, that i y laugh at the expense of those who think i do not know i abeing wronged and cheated.
what shall i say 藏书网of hiwho is the pursuer playing the part of the pursued?
let hiwho wipes his soiled hands with yarnt take yarnt. he yagain; surely you would not.
it is a pity that ney-gers ot be good gardeners.
please do not whitewash your i faults with your acquired virtues. i would have the faults; they are like ne own.
how often have i attributed to self cris i have ted, so that the other person y feel fortable inpresence.
even the sks of life are sks of deeper stery.
you y judge others only a to your knowledge of yourself.
tellnow, who ang us is guilty and who is unguilty?
the truly just is he who feels half guilty of your sdeeds.
only an idiot and a genius break n-de laws; and they are the o the heart of god.
it is only when you are pursued that you bee swift.
i have no enees, o god, but if i ato have an ene
let his strength be equal to ne,
that truth alone y be the victor.
you will be quite friendly with your ene when you both die.
perhaps a n y it suicide in self-defence.
long ago there lived a man who was crucified for being too loving and too lovable.
and strao relate i t hithrice yesterday.
the first&a;a;lt;tt&a;a;gt;&a;a;lt;/tt&a;a;gt; ti he was asking a poli not to take a prostitute to prison; the sed ti he was drinking wih an outcast; and the third ti he was having a fist-fight with a proter inside a church.
if all they say of good and evil were true, thenlife is but one long cri.
pity is but half justice.
the only one who has been unjust tois the oo whose brother i have been unjust.
when you see a o prison say in your heart, &a;a;a;quot;mayhap he is esg froa narrower prison.&a;a;a;quot;
and when you see a n drunken say in your heart, &a;a;a;quot;mayhap he sought escape frosothing still re uiful.&a;a;a;quot;
oftentis i have hated in self-defence; but if i were stronger i would not have used such a on.
how stupid is he who would patch the hatred in his eyes with the sle of his lips.
only those beh envy or hate .
i have never been envied nor hated; i aabove no one.
only those above praise or belittle .
i have never been praised nor belittled; i abelow no one.
your saying to , &a;a;a;quot;i do not uand you,&a;a;a;quot; is praise beyondworth, and an insult you do not deserve. how an ai when life givesgold and i give you silver, a i deeself generous.
when you reach the heart of life you will find yourself not higher than the felon, and not lower than the prophet.
strahat you should pity the slow-foot&a;a;gt;.&a;a;lt;/a&a;a;gt;ed and not the slow-nded,
and the blind-eyed rather than the blied.
it is wiser for the la not to break his crutches upon the head of his ene.
how blind is he who gives you out of his pocket that he y take out of your heart.
life is a procession. the slow of foot finds it too swift aeps out;
and the swift of foot finds it too slow aoo steps out.
if there is such a thing as sin so of us it it backward following our forefathers footsteps;
and so of us it it forward by overruling our children.
the truly good is he who is oh all those who are deed bad.
we are all prisoners but so of us are in cells with windows and so without.
strahat we all defend our wrongs with re vigour thas.
should we all fess our sins to one another we would all laugh at one another for our laality.
should we all reveal our virtues we would also laugh for the sa cause.
an individual is above n-de laws until he its a cri against n-de ventions; after that he is her above anyone nor lower than anyone.
gover is an agreeween you and self. you and self are often wrong.
cri is either another na of need or an aspect of a disease.
is there a greater fault than being scious of the other persons faults?
if the other person laughs at you, youpity hi but if you laugh at hiyou y never five yourself.
if the other person injures you, you y fet the injury; but if you injure hiyou will always reer.
in truth the other person is your st sensitive self given another body.
how heedless you are when you would have n fly with your wings and you ot even give thea feather.
once a n sat atboard and atebread and drankwine a away laughing at .
then he ca again for bread and wine, and i spurned hi
and the angels laughed at .
hate is a dead thing. who of you would be a to?
it is the honour of the rdered that he is not the rderer.
the tribune of hunity is in itsbbr&a;a;gt;?9９lib.&a;a;lt;/abbr&a;a;gt; sile, s talkative nd.
they dee d because i will not selldays fold;
and i deethed because they thinkdays have a price.
they spread before us their riches of gold and silver, of ivory and ebony, and we spread before theour hearts and our spirits.;
ahey deetheelves the hosts and us the guests.
i would not be the least ang n with drea and the desire to fulfil the rather than the greatest with no drea and no desires.
the st pitiful ang n is he who turns his drea into silver and gold.
we are all cliing toward the suit of our hearts desire. should the other clier steal your sad your purse and wax fat on the one and heavy oher, you should pity hi
the cliing will be harder for his flesh, and the burden will ke his way longer.
and should you in your leanness see his flesh puffing upward, help hia step; it will add to your swiftness.
you ot judge any n beyond your knowledge of hi and how sll is your knowledge.
i would not listen to a quer to the quered.
the truly free n is he who bears the load of the bond slave patiently.
a thousand years agoneighbour said to , &a;a;a;quot;i hate life, for it is naught but a thing of pain.&a;a;a;quot;
aerday i passed by a cetery and saw life dang upon his grave.
strife in nature is but disorder longing for order.
solitude is a silent storthat breaks down all our dead branches;
yet it sends our living roots deeper into the livi of the livih.
once i spoke of the sea to a brook, and the brook thoughtbut an iginative exaggerator;
and once i spoke of a brook to the sea, and the sea thoughtbut a depreciative defar.
how narrow is the vision that exalts the busyness of the ant above the singing of the grasshopper.
the highest virtue here y be the least in another world.
the deep and the high go to the depth or to the height in a straight line; only the spaciousve in circles.
if it were not not for our ception of weights and asures we would stand in awe of the firefly as we do before the sun.
a stist without igination is a butcher with dull knives and out-worn scales.
but what would you, since we are not all vegetarians?
when you sing the hungry hears you with his stoch.
death is not o the aged than to the new-borher is life.
if indeed you st be did, be did beautifully; otherwise keep silent, for there is a n in our neighbourhood who is dying.
mayhap a funeral ang n is a weddi ang the angels.
a fottey y die and leave in its will seven thousand actualities and facts to be spent in its funeral and the building of a to.
in truth we talk only to ourselves, but sotis we talk loud enough that others y hear us.
the obvious is that which is never seen until soone expresses it sily.
if the milky way were not withinhow should i have seen it or known it?
unless i aa physi ang physis they would not believe that i aan astronor.
perhaps the seas definition of a shell is the pearl.
perhaps tis definition oal is the diand.
fa is the shadow of passion standing in the light.
a root is a flower that disdains fa.
there is her religion nor sce beyoy.
every great n i have known had sothing sll in his ke-up; and it was that sll sothing which prevented inactivity or dness or suicide.
the truly great n is he who would ster no one, and who would be stered by none.
i would not believe that a n is diocre sily because he kills the crinals and the prophets.
tolerance is love sick with the siess of haughtiness.
wor will turn; but is it not strahat even elephants will yield?
a disagreent y be the shortest cut between two nds.
i athe fla and i athe dry bush, and one part ofes the other part.
we are all seeking the suit of the holy untain; but shall not our road be shorter if we sider the past a chart and not a guide?
wisdoceases to be wisdowhen it bees too proud to weep, too grave to laugh, and too self-full to seek other than itself.
had i filled self with all that you know what rooshould i have for all that you do not know?
i have learned silence frothe talkative, toleration frothe i, and kindness frothe unkind; yet strange, i aungrateful to these teachers.
a bigot is a stone-leaf orator.
the silence of the envious is too noisy.
when you reach the end of what you should know, you will be at the beginning of what you should sense.
an exaggeration is a truth that has lost its teer.
if yousee only what light reveals and hear only what sound announces,
then in truth you do not see nor do you hear.
a fact is a truth unsexed.
you ot laugh and be unkind at the sa ti.
the oheart are a king without a kingdoand a poor n who does not know how to beg.
a shy failure is han an iodest suess.
dig anywhere in the earth and you will find a treasure, only you st dig with the faith of a peasant.
said a hunted fox followed by twenty horsen and a pack of twenty hounds, &a;a;a;quot;ourse they will kill . but how poor and how stupid they st be. surely it would not be worth while for twenty foxes riding oy asses and apanied by twenty wolves to chase and kill one n.&a;a;a;quot;
it is the nd in us that yields to the laws de by us, but he spirit in us.
a traveller ai and a navigator, and every day i dver a new region withinsoul.
a rotested saying, &a;a;a;quot;ourse it was a righteous war. my son fell in it.&a;a;a;quot;
i said to life, &a;a;a;quot;i would hear death speak.&a;a;a;quot;
and life raised her voice a little higher and said, &a;a;a;quot;you hear hino;quot;
when you have solved all the steries of life you long for death, for it is but another stery of life.
birth ah are the twoexpressions of bravery.
my friend, you and i shall rein strangers unto life,
and unto one another, ao hielf,
until the day when you shall speak and i shall listen
deeng your voiceown voice;
and when i shall stand before you
thinking self standing before a rror.
they say to , &a;a;a;quot;should you know yourself you would know all n.&a;a;a;quot;
and i say, &a;a;a;quot;only when i seek all n shall i know self.&a;a;a;quot;
man is two n; one is awake in darkness, the other is asleep in light.
a hert is one who renouhe world nts that he y enjoy the world wholly and without interruption.
there lies a green field between the scholar and the poet; should the scholar cross it he bees a wise n; should the poet cross it, he bees a prophet.
yestereve i saw philosophers in the rket-place carrying their heads in baskets, and g aloud, &a;a;a;quot;wisdo wisdofor sale!&a;a;a;quot;
poor philosophers! they st needs sell their heads to feed their hearts. said a philosopher to a street sweeper, &a;a;a;quot;i pity you. yours is a hard and dirty task.&a;a;a;quot;
and the street sweeper said, &a;a;a;quot;thank you, sir. but tellwhat is your task?&a;a;a;quot;
and the philosopher answered saying, &a;a;a;quot;i study ns nd, his deeds and his desires.&a;a;a;quot;
thereet sweeper went on with his sweeping and said with a sle, &a;a;a;quot;i pity you too.&a;a;a;quot;
he who listens to truth is not less than he who utters truth.
no ndraw the liween ies and luxuries. only the angelsdo that, and the angels are wise and wistful.
perhaps the angels are our better thought in space.
he is the true prince who finds his throne in the heart of the dervish.
generosity is giving re than you , and pride is takihan you need.
in truth you owe naught to any n. you owe all to all n.
all those who have lived in the past live with us now. surely none of us woul&a;a;lt;cite&a;a;gt;&a;a;lt;/cite&a;a;gt;d be an ungracious host.
he who longs the st lives the lo.
they say to , &a;a;a;quot;a bird in the hand is worth ten in the bush.&a;a;a;quot;
but i say, &a;a;a;quot;a bird and a feather in the bush is worth re than ten birds in the hand.&a;a;a;quot;
your seeking after that feather is life with winged feet; nay, it is life itself.
there are only two elents here, beauty and truth; beauty in the hearts of lovers, and truth in the ar of the tillers of the soil.
great beauty captures , but a beauty still greater freeseven froitself.
beauty shines brighter in the heart of hiwho longs for it than in the eyes of hiwho sees it.
i adre hiwho reveals his nd to ; i honour hiwho unveils his drea. but why ai shy, and even a little ashad before hiwho serves ?
the gifted were once proud in serving princes.
now they claihonour in serving paupers.
the angels know that too ny practical heir bread with the sweat of the drears brow.
wit is often a sk. if yould tear it you would fiher a genius irritated or cleverness juggling.
the uanding attributes touanding and the dull, dullness. i think they are bht.
only those with secrets in their heartuld divihe secrets in our hearts.
he who would share your pleasure but not your pain shall lose the key to one of the seven gates of paradise.
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