Praise Those Of Your Critics

It Is Not The Repeated Mistakes, The Long Succession Of Petty Betrayals--though, God Knows, They Would Give Cause Enough For Anxiety And Self-contempt--but The Huge Elementary Mistake, The Betrayal Of That Within Me Which Is Greater Than I--in Complacent Adjustment To Alien Demands.

Doffing The Ego's Safe Glory, He Finds His Naked Reality.

Humility Is Just As Much The Opposite Of Self-abasement As It Is Of Self-exaltation. To Be Humble Is Not To Make Comparisons. Secure In Its Reality, The Self Is Neither Better Nor Worse, Bigger Nor Smaller, Than Anything Else In The Universe. It Is ? Is Nothing, Yet At The Same Time One With Everything. It Is In This Sense That Humility Is Absolute Self-effacement.

In A Dream I Walked With God Through The Deep Places Of Creation; Past Walls That Receded And Gates That Opened Through Hall After Hall Of Silence, Darkness And Refreshment--the Dwelling Place Of Souls Acquainted With Light And Warmth--until, Around Me, Was An Infinity Into Which We All Flowed Together And Lived Anew, Like The Rings Made By Raindrops Falling Upon Wide Expanses Of Calm Dark Waters.

Life Yields Only To The Conqueror.