What single word sums up your life?

The Open Door to the Open Secret

You can grow flowers in the tropics or in the arctic regions, but the flowers are brighter and more easily cultivated in the tropics than amid the snow.

And in all spiritual things, the temperature depends upon love.

All may be summed up in one word—

Love.

Live and Love.

You forget that the soul is the thing. 

Soul is the real self—

The only part of you, which lasts—

The divine in you, which you are sacrificing to the things of the day.

It is through the soul that you obtain inspiration. 

The soul links you with the Universe of God, —with the Soul of the World. 

And when you lose touch with your soul, you become a mere prisoner in the dungeon of matter, through which you peer a little way by the windows of the senses.

What we do not seem to see is that the soul is not a mere abstraction—

It is the power, which enables you to do all things.

We waste more time in brooding over the past, which we cannot recall—or in anticipating the evils of the future, which we may never meet, than possessing our souls in the living present.

The evils that afflict society arise from the lack of seeing things from the standpoint of the soul. 

If you lived for the soul, cared for what made the soul a more living reality, and less for the meat and drink and paraphernalia of the body, the whole world would be transfigured—

We have a wrong standpoint, and everything is out of focus.

Make time to save eternity, to possess it now, and to know God.

God is Love, and all who love are in God, and He in them.

Love and God are the same, and when you hate—or do not love, to that extent you shut God out from your life.

If I had only one message to give, this is the message—Love.

All that you know of earthly love, the love of a mother for her child, the love of a bridegroom for a bride, the love of husband and wife—

All earthly loves and ecstasies of affection are as the alphabet of the language of heaven.

And the more ideally and unselfishly you love, the more you understand God, and have God in you, the hope of glory. 

What the glories of sunrise are to the grey twilight that precedes dawn is your life of love to the life you lead, excepting in those high moments when the heart glows with a divine exaltation, which is born of the inspiration and consecration of love.

The problem of life is surely to avoid the waste of straying into cul-de-sacs—or being led into devious ways, which do not help you forward. 

In other words, what you have to do is to see the point towards which you are tending, and to persistently press towards it.

It is the things unseen, which are eternal, and the things invisible, which alone are of value.

And my object is to urge you to concentrate life in the body on objects that will last after you reach the other side, and not on those, which cease to profit after death.

All souls are eternal, being parts of the Divine Essence.

Where I am, there is life—

A life that has love as its vital breath.

Think—

A loving thought is a prayer.