Silence is the golden key to the lock on the lips of the excitable character. It is the barrier between the hearts that not speak to each other.
It is the wall for the wise being with fools. It is the observation of the master of success and not its slave.
Silence and the lack of understanding is the poverty with all the goods of the world one possesses.
Silence is needed for the one who claims perfection, for
the blind world will see only the limitation of once effort.
Silence for a religious
person and its ritual is for the spiritual person, but a recreation. Silence
and its power are utilized to its best advantage when it is used for a good
purpose.
In silence nothing can bind
one to another except one's of sympathy and nothing can separate one from another
without that silent thread.
In silent one is eager to
inclined to free oneself from a situation and silently very eager inclined to
fall into it again.
In silence one realizes
that nothing is as old as the truth and nothing as new as the truth.
In silent the heart speaks
when one understands the language of another heart. Silence and its
interruption is when one should take oneself to task, instead putting one’s
fault on another.
The divine order and its
silent sympathy have more understanding for the tender-hearted sinner, then for
the hardened Priest by piety.
The silent psychology, that
when by accusing anyone of his fault, one is only making the person firmer in
it. In silence the ego makes his reason to suit himself.
In the silence of the human
heart one find the shell in which the pearl of sincerity is found. In the
silent touch of the intimate truth one realizes that there is nothing which is
not in oneself.
The silent wind of reasons
is the illusion of reality.
In silence on can dull the
impulse to sleep, rather than awaken them.
The silent reality is its
own evidence.
In silent wisdom one does
not need to prove to be what in reality one is not. The silent approach coming
closer to true reality brings one nearer to unity.
In the silent attunement
with God every action becomes music.
The silent blossoming of
wisdom and its maturity is the flower of sincerity.
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