“That is my morality or my metaphysics or me myself: a passer-by in everything, even my own soul. I belong to nothing, I desire nothing, I am nothing except an abstract centre of impersonal sensations, a sentient mirror fallen from the wall but still turned to reflect the diversity of the world.” WorldStillsSoulDesireMy OwnWallMoralityDiversityMirrorsFallenAbstractSensationsMetaphysicsCentre Author:Fernando Pessoa
“The Artist submits from day to day to the fatal rhythm of the impulses of the universal world which encloses him, continual centre of sensations, always pliant, hypnotized by the marvels of nature which he loves, he scrutinizes. His eyes, like his soul, are in perpetual communion with the most fortuitous of phenomena.” WorldSoulEyeArtistUniversalRhythmImpulseHis EyesSensationsPerpetualSubmitCommunionDay To DayCentreScrutinizeFortuitous Book:Nature and Imagination: The Work of Odilon Redon Source: Nature and Imagination: The Work of Odilon Redon
“The soul is a fire that darts its rays through all the senses; it is in this fire that existence consists; all the observations and all the efforts of philosophers ought to turn towards this ME, the centre and moving power of our sentiments and our ideas.” IdeasSoulMovingTurnsEffortExistenceFireOughtPhilosopherSensesObservationBurningSentimentsRaysCentreDarts Author:Madame de Stael
“Deep within us all there is an amazing inner sanctuary of the soul, a holy place, a Divine Centre, a speaking voice, to which we may continuously return. Eternity is at our hearts, pressing upon our time-torn lives, warming us with intimations of an astounding destiny, calling us home unto itself.” HeartMaySoulHomeVoiceDestinyDivineReturnHolyCallingEternityOur TimeCentreTornSanctuaryDeep WithinHoly Places Author:Thomas Raymond Kelly
“What shall I compare it to, this fantastic thing I call my Mind? To a waste-paper basket, to a sieve choked with sediment, or to a barrel full of floating froth and refuse? No, what it is really most like is a spider's web, insecurely hung on leaves and twigs, quivering in every wind, and sprinkled with dewdrops and dead flies. And at its centre, pondering forever the Problem of Existence, sits motionless the spider-like and uncanny Soul.” MindSoulProblemExistenceForeverWindWastePaperRefuseFantasticCompareHungCentreFloatingSpidersPonderingBasketsBarrelsUncannyTwigs Book:An Anthology Source: An Anthology
“Every age hath its own problem, and every soul its particular aspiration. The remedy the world needeth in its present-day afflictions can never be the same as that which a subsequent age may require. Be anxiously concerned with the needs of the age ye live in, and centre your deliberations on its exigencies and requirements.” WorldNeedsMaySoulProblemAgeParticularConcernedAspirationRemedyRequirementsCentreAfflictionPresent DayDeliberationBahaBaha I Author:Bahá'u'lláh