Freedom from clinging allows us bring love into all aspects of our life.
The mother- poor invaded soul- finds even the bathroom door no bar to hammering little hands.
Life is a verb, not a noun.
We grovel and "worship" and pray to God to do what we ourselves ought to have done a thousand years ago, and can do now, as soon as we choose.
The labor of women in the house, certainly, enables men to produce more wealth than they otherwise could; and in this way women are economic factors in society. But so are horses.
To swallow and follow, whether old doctrine or new propaganda, is a weakness still dominating the human mind.
Love grows by service.
We are wrong to fear superiority of mind and soul; this superiority is very moral, for understanding everything makes a person tolerant and the capacity to feel deeply inspires great goodness.
If you argue and rankle and contradict, you may achieve a victory sometimes; but it will be an empty victory because you will never get your opponent's good will.
And then, one Thursday, nearly two thousand years after one man had been nailed to a tree for saying how great it would be to be nice to people for a change, a girl sitting on her own in a small café in Rickmansworth suddenly realized what it was that had been going wrong all this time, and she finally knew how the world could be made a good and happy place. This time it was right, it would work, and no one would have to get nailed to anything.
In a mind charged with an eager purpose and an unfinished vindictiveness, there is no room for new feelings.