FIRE HAS LEFT THE HEARTH Fire has left the hearth Nautilus climbed from shell Perfume flowed from bottle Prisoner gone from cell Butterfly flutterbied cocoon nor hand restrained by glove Jesus away from manger Cage left by Spirit Dove. Sparklings soared away from wand. Chick's egg become the bird. Omkar sung from out the throat Violin's notes now heard. Buddhist temple pine cone tabernacle'd godlet seed Shattered that it might manifest thousand forests of fir tree Eternal snow of mountain top now nurses meadow flowers. Shining never held by sun relentless melts ice towers. Love has left its spring the heart Is now a liquid pond Host stolen from the chalice consumed in mouth of God Starlight abandoned star a billion years ago Left that tonight you might have its sight and know Know Love is forever no drop of God ever dies Lover not bound by form of love God's bodies are not God's souls (to his wife and children on the death of Robert S) (Baba Hari Das: is the author of love is more powerful than lover for love is not bound by form).
Heaven has no rage like love to hatred turned, Nor hell a fury like a woman scorned.
People have to learn sometimes not only how much the heart, but how much the head, can bear. -Maria Mitchell.
In hope to merit Heaven by making earth a Hell.
To appreciate heaven well 'Tis good for a man to have some fifteen minutes of hell.
'Twas whispered in Heaven, 'twas muttered in hell And echo caught faintly the sound as it fell. On the confines of earth 'twas permitted to rest, And the depths of the ocean its presence confessed.
Heaven has a road, but no one travels it; Hell has no gate but men will dig to get there.
To different minds, the same world is a hell, and a heaven.
He fashioned hell for the inquisitive. [Lat., Curiosis fabricavit inferos.]
Hell is more bearable than nothingness.
Hell is the wrath of God--His hate of sin.
Hell is paved with infants' skulls.
Hell is full of good wishes or desires. [Fr., L'enfer est plein de bonnes volontes ou desirs.]
The way of sinners is made plain with stones, but at the end thereof is the pit of hell.
Hell from beneath is moved for thee to meet thee at thy coming: it stirreth up the dead for thee, even all the cheif ones of the earth; it hath raised up from their thrones all the kings of the nations.
But he knoweth not that the dead are there; and that her guests are in the depths of hell.
The heart of man is the place the devil dwells in; I feel sometimes a hell dwells within myself.
But quiet to quick bosoms is a hell, And there hath been thy bane.
Nor ear can hear nor tongue can tell The tortures of that inward hell!
In hell there is no retention. [Sp., Quien ha infierene nula es retencio.]
Hell is paved with priests' skulls.
Hell is paved with good intentions.
There is in hell a place stone-built throughout, Called Malebolge, of an iron hue, Like to the wall that circles it about.
We spirits have just such natures We had for all the world, when human creatures; And, therefore, I, that was an actress here, Play all my tricks in hell, a goblin there.
Hell is paved with the skulls of great scholars, and paled in with the bone of great men.