“The world has known only very few rebels. But now is the time: if humanity proves incapable of producing a large number of rebels, a rebellious spirit, then our days on the earth are numbered. We have to change our consciousness, create more meditative energy in the world, create more lovingness.” IfsWorldMotivationalEarthSpiritHumanityEnergyNumbersConsciousnessKnownProveRebelIncapableRebelliousLarge Numbers Author:Rajneesh
“The music of the people is like a rare and lovely flower growing amidst encroaching weeds. Thousands pass it, while others trample it under foot, and thus the chances are that it will perish before it is seen by the one discriminating spirit who will prize it above all else. The fact that no one has as yet arisen to make the most of it does not prove that nothing is there.” PeopleDoeFactsSpiritChanceGrowingFeetFlowerProveLovelyPrizeWeedChances AreFlowers Growing Author:Antonin Dvorak
“That prayer which does not succeed in moderating our wishes--in changing the passionate desire into still submission, the anxious, tumultuous expectation into silent surrender--is no true prayer, and proves that we have not the spirit of true prayer.” DoeStillsSpiritDesireWishPrayerSucceedProveExpectationsSilentPassionateSurrenderAnxiousSubmissionPassionate Desire Book:Sermons ... Source: Sermons ...
“War proves nothing. To kill a man does not prove that he was in the wrong. Bloodletting cannot change men's spirits, neither can the evil of men's thoughts be driven out by blows. If I go to my neighbor's house, and break her furniture, and smash her pictures, and bind her children captive, it does not prove that I am fitter to live than she - yet according to ethics of nations it does. I have conquered her and she must pay me for my trouble; and her house and all that is left in it belongs to my heirs and successors, forever. That is war!” IfsMenChildrenDoeWarSpiritEvilHouseLeftNationsPayBreakForeverTroubleProveEthicsBlowDrivenNeighborFurnitureHeirsCaptivesSuccessorsBloodletting Book:In Times Like These Source: In Times Like These