Quotes from barker elsa iii

Concentration is the secret of power.

For a body of dust is a limit to the loving of a soul. It sees a face and finds it fair, forgetting the myriad who are unseen.

I am strong to-day, because I have been long with one who is stronger.

I know a logic beyond time and space; that is why I am so illogical, why space cannot hold me nor time make me old.

If we could only remember in life that the form which we call ourselves is not our real immortal self at all, we would not give it such an exaggerated importance, though we would nevertheless take needful care of it.

Imagination has great power. If you make a picture in the mind, the vibrations of the body may adjust to it if the will is directed that way, as in thoughts of health or sickness.

Sometimes I love thee so I wish thee dead. I would devour thy being as my bread; Would drain thy hidden veins dry, as of wine, Red drop by drop, for all my heart has bled!

Those people who think of their departed friends as being all-wise, how disappointed they would be if they could know that the life on this side is only an extension of the life on earth! If the thoughts and desires there have been only for material pleasures, the thoughts and desires here are likely to be the same.

We have a bitter power who laugh at pain, Who laugh and laugh -- for tears are shed in vain.

Ah, the joy of loving a sleeping thing! All true lovers know that wonder. Sleep is a great magician. His spells are woven in the darkness between the worlds; His philtres are made of herbs that grow by the great river of forgetfulness which flows by the throne of the All-knowing.

I met one man who refused to speak of the earth, and was always talking about "going on." I reminded him that if he went on far enough he would come back to the place from which he started.

If you have something to give -- throw it out of the window; The one who needs it will come along with eyes bent on the ground.

So still is Love he hears the farthest sound: The footfall of the seasons in their round, The soft etheric swish of the rushing spheres, The murmur of the mute things underground.

Time's hidden ways thine eyes reveal to me: Deep in their vision broods the memory Of all the myriad lives thy soul has known, Thou passionate pilgrim of eternity!

Always it seems That only a thin veil-- Sheer as the music of the nightingale-- Trembles and streams Between me and the mystery of dreams.

I will give you a charm against sorrow: smile at the kisses of Pain. She is a sensitive lover and likes not to be flouted.

Philosophy will go on being taught in the world and all over the world. Only a few, perhaps, will reach the deeps of it in this life; but a seed sown to-day may bear fruit long hence.

The discords of dragon-laughter are often heard in the orchestra of God.

The hospitality of the universe is famous among the comets; There is always an extra plate for the late-comer and a flower for his buttonhole.

The Rose of Life to us reveals Her hidden petals without shame, For in our questing faith she feels The love that melts the seven seals Of the Eternal Name.