Theosophy, On Earth, Is Like The White

Everything That Is, Was, And Will Be, Eternally Is, Even The Countless Forms, Which Are Finite And Perishable Only In Their Objective, Not In Their Ideal Form.

The Mind Is The Slayer Of The Real, Let The Disciples Slay The Slayer.

But, If The Knowledge Of The Occult Powers Of Nature Opens The Spiritual Sight Of Man, Enlarges His Intellectual Faculties, And Leads Him Unerringly To A Profounder Veneration For The Creator, On The Other Hand Ignorance, Dogmatic Narrow-mindedness, And A Childish Fear Of Looking To The Bottom Of Things, Invariably Leads To Fetish-worship And Superstition.

Donkeys Have The Courage To Bray After The Death Of A Lion. (not Meant To Glorify Carnivorous Practice).

Hast Thou Attuned Thyself To The Suffering Of Humanity, O Candidate For Light?