The true value of man is not determined by his possession, supposed or real, of Truth, but rather by his sincere exertion to get to the Truth. It is not possession of Truth by which he extends his powers and in which his ever-growing perfectability is to be found. Possession makes one passive, indolent and proud. If God were to hold all Truth concealed in his right hand, and in his left only the steady and diligent drive for Truth, albeit with the proviso that I would always and forever err in the process, and to offer me the choice, I would with all humility take the left hand.
Until he extends his circle of compassion to include all living things, man will not himself find peace.
Making love with a woman and sleeping with a woman are two separate passions, not merely different but opposite. Love does not make itself felt in the desire for copulation (a desire that extends to an infinite number of women) but in the desire for shared sleep (a desire limited to one woman).
My pessimism extends to the point of even suspecting the sincerity of other pessimists.
My pessimism extends to the point of even suspecting the sincerity of the pessimists.
The few little years we spend on earth are only the first scene in a Divine Drama that extends into Eternity.