In all chaos there is a cosmos, in all disorder a secret order.
One can never consent to creep when one feels an impulse to soar.
A mother takes twenty years to make a man of her boy, and another woman makes a fool of him in twenty minutes.
The intuitive mind is a sacred gift and the rational mind is a faithful servant. We have created a society that honors the servant and has forgotten the gift.
All the powers in the universe are already ours. It is we who have put our hands before our eyes and cry that it is dark.
The only ones among you who will be really happy are those who will have sought and found how to serve.
In all chaos there is a cosmos, in all disorder a secret order.
One can never consent to creep when one feels an impulse to soar.
A mother takes twenty years to make a man of her boy, and another woman makes a fool of him in twenty minutes.
The intuitive mind is a sacred gift and the rational mind is a faithful servant. We have created a society that honors the servant and has forgotten the gift.
All the powers in the universe are already ours. It is we who have put our hands before our eyes and cry that it is dark.
The only ones among you who will be really happy are those who will have sought and found how to serve.