knowledge

I am inclined to trust you. You shouldn__ be like that with another man, not ever; but I can__ help it. I felt it strongly from the instant I heard your voice; and though I thought momentarily that it would falter, it didn__. It__ still here. You see, the essence of trust is not knowing a person__ motive; it__ knowing what isn__. It__ a simple process of trial and error that gets you to the heart of a man; and once that soft voice and those light feet of yours got to moving I saw in you no measure of ill intent.

If I could make people feel, just for a day or an hour, what it__ like to love with infiniteness, then they would be animals no longer, but some greater creature, deserving of that title human. I__e bettered a day though. On earth, they will have it thus: from birth to unavoidable death, a man is pumped so full of love that his eyes bleed rainbows and his mouth a barrel of miracles. His hands will heal then make monuments to commemorate it; they__l press tight and pray for no man, no god but himself; and his mind_ his mind will shower like spring rains. He will steal away from the shadow of ambition. He__l be his own sun and light up the world with new marvels _ be they art, philosophies, science _ and in his brightness put the mundane, not himself, in shadows, and how rightfully. Each a captain and a maker, a mark-setter and stealer of shows... Earth__ skies will clap with the thunder of our majesty, not with violence, doubt, confusion, futility, and monotony; anything _ anything _ but the dull drone of duplication and robo-behaviour.

How would it alter Juliet__ love perception to learn the sea is but a rounded jug of water? Would her sensuous analogy turned simple simile unveil to her the limits of herself? Or would she forget the ocean, that deplorable casket, and turn on the true bottomless tumbler, the only running tap: the sky? It may have lost the title __eavens_ when its gods were dethroned, but its infinity reigns. So long as you walk, it reigns. So long as I talk and you listen, there__ a voice and ears to keep it active, moving, and reason to say: look! infinity lives. And when we and the other consciousnesses pass, though it in part dies with us, still it reigns. It will, in a sense, plod on, like a lifeless coffin through its own space, sails set for nothing, unstoppable when trailing its fabric.

Ignorance annihilates self.

She captured the spot of my world__ centre and sent me in elliptic rings about it, causing the ground beneath me to vanish and the breath of my lungs to disperse. I was a rock locked in helpless orbit.

They say that knowledge is power. I believe that is only partially true. Knowledge is power only if your Wise Self interprets how it relates to you.

When you gain maximum knowledge in any area of work and put it into practice, no powerwill be able to hinder you achieving your set goals.

If God the Father and God the Son use light, knowledge, insight, understanding and wisdom to function on the earth, it means that is the greatest power in existence.

It is not the victory of science that distinguishes our nineteenth century, but the victory of scientific method over science.

Jesus also function on the earth through the power of light. Light, illumination, knowledge, insight, understanding, wisdom. That is their real power on earth

Ignorance is a sickness every person should avoid.. as once you are infected by it.. it becomes a morbid rotation that sometimes can be hard to escape from.

Jesus also function on the earth through the power of light. Light, illumination, knowledge, insight, understanding, wisdom. That is their real power on earth.

We must cease once and for all to describe the effects of power in negative terms, it __xcludes_, it __epresses_... in fact power produces, it produces reality, it produces domains of objects and rituals of truth.

As more good Knowledge you get as more quality life you can achieve.

If only we were all better educated. If then, higher education would at last be a journey for skill and knowledge rather than for power and status.

She took refuge on the firm ground of fiction, through which indeed there curled the blue river of truth.

Knowledge is not gained, it is there all the time. It is the "veils" which have to be dissolved in the mind.

The Unknown is not the Unknowable; it need not remain the unknown for us, unless we choose ignorance or persist in our first limitations. For to all things that are not unknowable, all things in the universe, there correspond in that universe faculties which can take cognisance of them, and in man, the microcosm, these faculties are always existant and at a certain stage capable of development. We may choose not to develop them; where they are partially developed, we may discourage and impose on them a kind of atrophy. But, fundamentally all possible knowledge is knowledge within the power of humanity. And since in man there is the inalienable impulse of Nature towards self-realisation, no struggle of the intellect to limit the action of our capacities within a determined area can for ever prevail.