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“A master was once unmoved by the complaints of his disciples that, though they listened with pleasure to his parables and stories, they were also frustrated for they longed for something deeper. To all their objections he would simply reply: 'You have yet to understand, my friends, that the shortest distance between a human being and truth is a story.'”

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Anthony De Mello: Writings

This book compiles a variety of writings by Anthony De Mello, exploring themes of spirituality, self-awareness, and personal growth. De Mello's work is known for its insightful and thought-provoking nature, offering readers a unique perspective on the human condition and the pursuit of inner peace. more

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Anthony de Mello
Anthony de Mello

Anthony de Mello was an Indian writer, psychologist, and spiritual guide. His works, which blend Eastern philosophy with Western psychology, have been highly appreciated by readers. Born on September 4, 1931, he passed away on June 2, 1987. more

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