“I have come to light the lamp of Love in your hearts, to see that it shines day by day with added luster. I have not come on behalf of any exclusive religion. I have not come on a mission of publicity for a sect or creed or cause, nor have I come to collect followers for a doctrine. I have no plan to attract disciples or devotees into my fold or any fold. I have come to tell you of this unitary faith, this spiritual principle, this path of Love, this virtue of Love, this duty of Love, this obligation of Love.” LoveHeartLightSpiritualCausesPrinciplesVirtuePathPlansDutyShiningMissionsObligationDoctrineFollowersCreedsDiscipleBehalfLampsExclusiveFoldsPublicitySectsDevoteeLusterPath Of Love Author:Sathya Sai Baba
“Main Street, U.S.A. is America at the turn of the century--the crossroads of an era. The gas lamps and the electric lamp--the horse-drawn car and auto car. Main Street is everyone's hometown- the heart line of America.” HeartAmericaTurnsLinesStreetsCenturyCarHorseErasGasElectricLampsHometownCrossroadsMain Street Author:Walt Disney
“The lamp you lighted in the olden time Will show you my heart's-blood beating through the rhyme: A poet's journal, writ in fire and tears... Then slow deliverance, with the gaps of years.” YearsHeartShowsPoetryFireBloodTearsPoetMy HeartGapsJournalRhymeLampsDeliveranceOlden Times Book:The Poems of Bayard Taylor Source: The Poems of Bayard Taylor
“Be calm, be strong, be grateful, and become a lamp full of light, that the darkness of sorrows be annihilated, and that the sun of everlasting joy arise from the dawning-place of heart and soul, shining brightly.” HeartSoulLightJoyStrongDarknessSunSorrowGratefulShiningCalmArisePositive AttitudeBe GratefulEverlastingLampsHeart And SoulBeing StrongLight And DarkBaha I Author:Abdu'l-Bahá
“Baba's words and actions have lit the lamp of love in the hearts of devotees and they will always remember him for the good things he has done.” HeartDoneActionRememberGood ThingsLitLampsBabaDevoteeWords And Actions Author:Sathya Sai Baba
“We had stayed up all night, my friends and I, under hanging mosque lamps with domes of filigreed brass, domes starred like our spirits, shining like them with the prisoned radiance of electric hearts. For hours we had trampled our atavistic ennui into rich oriental rugs, arguing up to the last confines of logic and blackening many reams of paper with our frenzied scribbling.” WayWritingHeartSoulNightPaperMy FriendsLogicFinalsArguingElectricLampsFrontiersAll NightCrushedCeilingsBrillianceMosquesBrassDomesUp All NightLethargyDelirious Author:Filippo Tommaso Marinetti