Quotes from leibfreed edwin ii

Divinely blessed is rose or man That answers to love's whispered plan, And gladly owns it paradise To be love's perfect sacrifice.

Fear, the strength of earth's religions, gripping every living soul, Was a monstrous human error for the making of men whole.

Tears are the Soul's baptism of cleansing.

For a love in the sky, you must well understand, Keeps up an unending desire, And a moment down here is eternity there To the lover who seeks to aspire.

Love is the Soul's exquisite vibrations.... Love is the Soul at song.

When first we pay the price of wisdom With innocence, We are too shocked to understand. Then later must we sit and wonder Whether it was worth the cost To know what every one must some day know. And knowing, ever after be afraid, And filled with shame.

And death, that sits in marble silence cold, Will furnish hope to those who may behold The meaning in the everlasting change Of all that dies, returning, wondrous strange.

The kindest souls are ever Those who sin and suffer most, And who thoughtfully endeavor To forget whereof men boast.

Not in tears should we pray, But in hope, smiling bright, When the glory of day Has forgotten the night!

When the toiler bends and labors till his sweat turns into pearls, 'Tis a nobler decoration than the coronets of earls.

Home! By what magic comes this spell? What wand has touched these humble walls, And made them glow as with a holy warmth? What disembodied spirit glorifies the place? Whose feet may claim the phantom echoes That bring once more a thrill? Whose memoried voice is this that holds More sacred music in its roughest note Than ever came from seraph's throat?

Life is the tamer of the wild beast of humanity.

The Royal Road to Knowledge, all may win, Who seek the source of Life in everything.

The Soul can hear the violets grow! It can hear the throbbing heart of God!

He who strives for happiness is a fool. The wise man makes happiness for another.

There are tides of justice surging to the unknown shores of right; Stars of truth that seek a setting in the dark, untutored night.

The fine art of Life is to make Another Soul vibrate with a song of joy.

Some hold love to be for conquest, both of persons and of things, But supreme love, all unheeding, straight forgets the gift it brings.