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<strong>SAND AND FOAM(sed part)</strong>A strange form of self-indulgehere are times when I would be wronged and cheated, that I may laugh at the expense of those who think I do not know I am being wronged and cheated.
What shall I say 藏书网of him who is the pursuer playing the part of the pursued?
Let him who wipes his soiled hands with yarment take yarment. He may again; surely you would not.
It is a pity that money-gers ot be good gardeners.
Please do not whitewash your i faults with your acquired virtues. I would have the faults; they are like mine own.
How often have I attributed to myself crimes I have never itted, so that the other person may feel fortable in my presence.
Even the masks of life are masks of deeper mystery.
You may judge others only acc to your knowledge of yourself.
Tell me now, who among us is guilty and who is unguilty?
The truly just is he who feels half guilty of your misdeeds.
Only an idiot and a genius break man-made laws; and they are the o the heart of God.
It is only when you are pursued that you bee swift.
I have no enemies, O God, but if I am to have an enemy
Let his strength be equal to mine,
That truth alone may be the victor.
You will be quite friendly with your enemy when you both die.
Perhaps a man may 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 met him thrice yesterday.
The first<tt></tt> time He was asking a poli not to take a prostitute to prison; the sed time He was drinking wih an outcast; and the third time He was having a fist-fight with a promoter inside a church.
If all they say of good and evil were true, then my life is but one long crime.
Pity is but half justice.
The only one who has been unjust to me is the oo whose brother I have been unjust.
When you see a mao prison say in your heart, "Mayhap he is esg from a narrower prison."
And when you see a man drunken say in your heart, "Mayhap he sought escape from something still more uiful."
Oftentimes 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 smile of his lips.
Only those beh me envy or hate me.
I have never been envied nor hated; I am above no one.
Only those above me praise or belittle me.
I have never been praised nor belittled; I am below no one.
Your saying to me, "I do not uand you," is praise beyond my worth, and an insult you do not deserve. How mean am I when life gives me gold and I give you silver, a I deem myself 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>ed and not the slow-minded,
And the blind-eyed rather than the blied.
It is wiser for the lame not to break his crutches upon the head of his enemy.
How blind is he who gives you out of his pocket that he may 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 some of us it it backward following our forefathers footsteps;
And some of us it it forward by overruling our children.
The truly good is he who is oh all those who are deemed bad.
We are all prisoners but some of us are in cells with windows and some without.
Strahat we all defend our wrongs with more vigour than we dhts.
Should we all fess our sins to one another we would all laugh at one another for our lack inality.
Should we all reveal our virtues we would also laugh for the same cause.
An individual is above man-made laws until he its a crime against man-made ventions; After that he is her above anyone nor lower than anyone.
Gover is an agreemeween you and myself. You and myself are often wrong.
Crime is either another name 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, you pity him; but if you laugh at him you may never five yourself.
If the other person injures you, you may fet the injury; but if you injure him you will always remember.
In truth the other person is your most sensitive self given another body.
How heedless you are when you would have men fly with your wings and you ot even give them a feather.
Once a man sat at my board and ate my bread and drank my wine a away laughing at me.
Then he came again for bread and wine, and I spurned him;
And the angels laughed at me.
Hate is a dead thing. Who of you would be a tomb?
It is the honour of the murdered that he is not the murderer.
The tribune of humanity is in itsbbr>?9９ｌｉｂ.</abbr> sile, s talkative mind.
They deem me mad because I will not sell my days fold;
And I deem them mad because they think my days have a price.
They spread before us their riches of gold and silver, of ivory and ebony, and we spread before them our hearts and our spirits.;
Ahey deem themselves the hosts and us the guests.
I would not be the least among men with dreams and the desire to fulfil them, rather than the greatest with no dreams and no desires.
The most pitiful among men is he who turns his dreams into silver and gold.
We are all climbing toward the summit of our hearts desire. Should the other climber steal your sad your purse and wax fat on the one and heavy oher, you should pity him;
The climbing will be harder for his flesh, and the burden will make his way longer.
And should you in your leanness see his flesh puffing upward, help him a step; it will add to your swiftness.
You ot judge any man beyond your knowledge of him, and how small is your knowledge.
I would not listen to a queror preag to the quered.
The truly free man is he who bears the load of the bond slave patiently.
A thousand years ago my neighbour said to me, "I hate life, for it is naught but a thing of pain."
Aerday I passed by a cemetery and saw life dang upon his grave.
Strife in nature is but disorder longing for order.
Solitude is a silent storm that 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 thought me but an imaginative exaggerator;
And once I spoke of a brook to the sea, and the sea thought me but a depreciative defamer.
How narrow is the vision that exalts the busyness of the ant above the singing of the grasshopper.
The highest virtue here may 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 spacious move in circles.
If it were not not for our ception of weights and measures we would stand in awe of the firefly as we do before the sun.
A stist without imagination 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 stomach.
Death is not o the aged than to the new-borher is life.
If indeed you must be did, be did beautifully; otherwise keep silent, for there is a man in our neighbourhood who is dying.
Mayhap a funeral among men is a weddi among the angels.
A fottey may die and leave in its will seven thousand actualities and facts to be spent in its funeral and the building of a tomb.
In truth we talk only to ourselves, but sometimes we talk loud enough that others may hear us.
The obvious is that which is never seen until someone expresses it simply.
If the Milky Way were not within me how should I have seen it or known it?
Unless I am a physi among physis they would not believe that I am an astronomer.
Perhaps the seas definition of a shell is the pearl.
Perhaps times definition of coal is the diamond.
Fame is the shadow of passion standing in the light.
A root is a flower that disdains fame.
There is her religion nor sce beyoy.
Every great man I have known had something small in his make-up; and it was that small something which prevented inactivity or madness or suicide.
The truly great man is he who would master no one, and who would be mastered by none.
I would not believe that a man is mediocre simply because he kills the criminals and the prophets.
Tolerance is love sick with the siess of haughtiness.
Worms will turn; but is it not strahat even elephants will yield?
A disagreement may be the shortest cut between two minds.
I am the flame and I am the dry bush, and one part of me es the other part.
We are all seeking the summit of the holy mountain; but shall not our road be shorter if we sider the past a chart and not a guide?
Wisdom ceases to be wisdom when it bees too proud to weep, too grave to laugh, and too self-full to seek other than itself.
Had I filled myself with all that you know what room should I have for all that you do not know?
I have learned silence from the talkative, toleration from the i, and kindness from the unkind; yet strange, I am ungrateful 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 temper.
If you see 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 same time.
The o my heart are a king without a kingdom and a poor man who does not know how to beg.
A shy failure is han an immodest success.
Dig anywhere in the earth and you will find a treasure, only you must dig with the faith of a peasant.
Said a hunted fox followed by twenty horsemen and a pack of twenty hounds, "Of course they will kill me. But how poor and how stupid they must be. Surely it would not be worth while for twenty foxes riding oy asses and apanied by twenty wolves to chase and kill one man."
It is the mind in us that yields to the laws made by us, but he spirit in us.
A traveller am I and a navigator, and every day I discover a new region within my soul.
A rotested saying, "Of course it was a righteous war. My son fell in it."
I said to Life, "I would hear Death speak."
And Life raised her voice a little higher and said, "You hear him now."
When you have solved all the mysteries of life you long for death, for it is but another mystery of life.
Birth ah are the two expressions of bravery.
My friend, you and I shall remain strangers unto life,
And unto one another, and eato himself,
Until the day when you shall speak and I shall listen
Deeming your voice my own voice;
And when I shall stand before you
Thinking myself standing before a mirror.
They say to me, "Should you know yourself you would know all men."
And I say, "Only when I seek all men shall I know myself."
Man is two men; one is awake in darkness, the other is asleep in light.
A hermit is one who renouhe world ments that he may 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 man; should the poet cross it, he bees a prophet.
Yestereve I saw philosophers in the market-place carrying their heads in baskets, and g aloud, "Wisdom! Wisdom for sale!"
Poor philosophers! They must needs sell their heads to feed their hearts. Said a philosopher to a street sweeper, "I pity you. Yours is a hard and dirty task."
And the street sweeper said, "Thank you, sir. But tell me what is your task?"
And the philosopher answered saying, "I study mans mind, his deeds and his desires."
Thereet sweeper went on with his sweeping and said with a smile, "I pity you too."
He who listens to truth is not less than he who utters truth.
No man draw the liween ies and luxuries. Only the angels do 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 more than you , and pride is takihan you need.
In truth you owe naught to any man. You owe all to all men.
All those who have lived in the past live with us now. Surely none of us woul<cite></cite>d be an ungracious host.
He who longs the most lives the lo.
They say to me, "A bird in the hand is worth ten in the bush."
But I say, "A bird and a feather in the bush is worth more than ten birds in the hand."
Your seeking after that feather is life with winged feet; nay, it is life itself.
There are only two elements here, beauty and truth; beauty in the hearts of lovers, and truth in the arms of the tillers of the soil.
Great beauty captures me, but a beauty still greater frees me even from itself.
Beauty shines brighter in the heart of him who longs for it than in the eyes of him who sees it.
I admire him who reveals his mind to me; I honour him who unveils his dreams. But why am I shy, and even a little ashamed before him who serves me?
The gifted were once proud in serving princes.
Now they claim honour in serving paupers.
The angels know that too many practical meheir bread with the sweat of the dreamers brow.
Wit is often a mask. If you could tear it you would fiher a genius irritated or cleverness juggling.
The uanding attributes to me uanding and the dull, dullness. I think they are bht.
Only those with secrets in their hearts could 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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