
The Second Coming of Christ: The Resurrection of the Christ Within You, (2004) by Yogananda
The Second Coming of Christ: The Resurrection of the Christ Within You, (2004) by Yogananda
“Intuition is really a sudden immersion of the soul into the universal current of life.”
Source: The Alchemist
“Love is what the mind intuits, the soul receives and the heart manages.”
Original: (it) L'amore è ciò che la mente intuisce, l'anima recepisce ed il cuore gestisce.
Source: prevale.net
[2012, Echoes of Perennial Wisdom, World Wisdom, 13, 978-1-93659700-0]
Spiritual path, Holiness
Source: When Women Were Birds: Fifty-four Variations on Voice
The Philosophy of Charles Hartshorne (1991), edited by Lewis Edwin Hahn, p. 700
On Truth and Lie in an Extra-Moral Sense (1873)
Context: That immense framework and planking of concepts to which the needy man clings his whole life long in order to preserve himself is nothing but a scaffolding and toy for the most audacious feats of the liberated intellect. And when it smashes this framework to pieces, throws it into confusion, and puts it back together in an ironic fashion, pairing the most alien things and separating the closest, it is demonstrating that it has no need of these makeshifts of indigence and that it will now be guided by intuitions rather than by concepts. There is no regular path which leads from these intuitions into the land of ghostly schemata, the land of abstractions. There exists no word for these intuitions; when man sees them he grows dumb, or else he speaks only in forbidden metaphors and in unheard — of combinations of concepts. He does this so that by shattering and mocking the old conceptual barriers he may at least correspond creatively to the impression of the powerful present intuition.
“He tried to weigh his soul to see if it was a poet's soul.”
"A Little Cloud"
Dubliners (1914)
Context: He tried to weigh his soul to see if it was a poet's soul. Melancholy was the dominant note of his temperament, he thought, but it was a melancholy tempered by recurrences of faith and resignation and simple joy. If he could give expression to it in a book of poems perhaps men would listen.
“A soul. A soul is nothing. Can you see it, smell it, touch it? No.”
The Devil and Daniel Webster (1937)