The dark wings of night enfolded the city upon which Nature had spread a pure white garment of snow; and men deserted the streets for their houses in search of warmth, while the north w...
Of the good in you I can speak, b… For what is evil but good tortured… Verily when good is hungry it seek… You are good when you are one with… Yet when you are not one with your…
Upon a lonely mountain, there live… and loved one another. Now these two hermits had one eart… possession. One day an evil spirit entered int…
Build of your imaginings a bower i… For even as you have home—comings… Your house is your larger body. It grows in the sun and sleeps in… Would that I could gather your ho…
Your soul is oftentimes a battlefield, upon which your reason and your judgment wage war against your passion and your appetite. Would that I could be the peacemaker in your soul, that...
As night fell and the light glittered in the great house, the servants stood at the massive door awaiting the coming of the guests; and upon their velvet garments shown golden buttons. ...
One hour devoted to the pursuit of… And Love is worth a full century… Given by the frightened weak to th… From that hour comes man’s Truth;… During that century Truth sleeps…
You would know the secret of death… But how shall you find it unless y… The owl whose night—bound eyes are… If you would indeed behold the spi… For life and death are one, even a…
I am a kind word uttered and repea… By the voice of Nature; I am a star fallen from the Blue tent upon the green carpet. I am the daughter of the elements
There in the middle of the field, by the side of a crystalline stream, I saw a bird—cage whose rods and hinges were fashioned by an expert’s hands. In one corner lay a dead bird, and in...
Yesterday I drew myself from the noisome throngs and proceeded into the field until I reached a knoll upon which Nature had spread her comely garments. Now I could breathe. I looked b...
The power of charity sows deep in my heart, and I reap and gather the wheat in bundles and give them to the hungry. My soul gives life to the grapevine and I press its bunches and giv...
And now it was evening. And Almitra the seeress said, “Bl… And he answered, Was it I who spo… Then he descended the steps of the… And facing the people again, he ra…
Where are you, my beloved? Are yo… Paradise, watering the flowers who… As infants look upon the breast of… Or are you in your chamber where t… Virtue has been placed in your hon…
Come, my beloved; let us walk amid… For the snow is water, and Life i… Slumber and is roaming the hills a… Let us follow the footprints of S… Distant fields, and mount the hill…