Henry Ward Beecher Quotes

Love is the vital core of the soul. And of all you see, only love is infinite.

The soul awakes ... between two dim eternities - the eternal past, the eternal future.

I don't think of God as an old white man with no belly button, nor even an old black woman with no belly button. But I agree that God is something eternal. Something cannot come out of nothing. I believe God is Everything. And I believe in infinity.

The soul is infinite, so there's no in or out of it. It is everywhere. There's no place that it is not.

He is not the soul of Nature, nor any part of Nature. He inhabits eternity: He dwells in a high and holy place: heaven is His throne, not his vehicle, earth is his footstool, not his vesture. One day he will dismantle both and make a new heaven and earth. He is not to be identified even with the 'divine spark' in man. He is 'God and not man.

To the soul, there is no past and no future; all is, and will be ever, in now. For artificial purposes time is mutually agreed on, but there is really no such thing.

I eventually found that the soul is more than an immortal commodity to win and save. It is the repository of the inner divine, the truest part of us.

The True Self is not our creation, but God's. It is the self we are in our depths. It is our capacity for divinity and transcendence.

Here is where our real selfhood is rooted, in the divine spark or seed, in the image of God imprinted on the human soul. The True Self is not our creation, but God's. It is the self we are in our depths. It is our capacity for divinity and transcendence.

To me, the soul is a part of us that never dies. It's what we come in with.

In this external world, which is full of finite things, it is impossible to see and find the Infinite. The Infinite must be sought in that alone which is infinite, and the only thing infinite about us is that which is within us, our own soul. Neither the body, nor the mind, nor even our thoughts, nor the world we see around us, is infinite.

And if Time is anything akin to God, I suppose that Memory must be the Devil.

The soul is not ruled by time and space. The soul is infinite. It blends with the One in infinity.

The past of the soul is so distant! The soul does not live on the edge of time. It finds its rest in the universe imagined by reverie.

The soul in sleep gives proof of its divine nature.

Heaven is beyond our imagination . . . . At our most creative moment, at our deepest thought, at our highest level, we still cannot fathom eternity.

Philosophers say the Soul is double-faced, her upper face gazes at God all the time and her lower face looks somewhat down, informing the senses; and the upper face, which is the summit of the soul, is in eternity and has nothing to do with time: it knows nothing of time or of body.

Call it by any name, God, Self, the Heart, or the Seat of Consciousness, it is all the same.

The soul is innocent and immortal, it should never die ungodly in an armed madhouse.

The infinite being has assumed unto himself the mystery of finitude. And in him who is love the finite and the infinite are made one.

God is seen God In the star, in the stone, in the flesh, in the soul and the clod.

All but God is changing day by day.

Of all the things which a man has, next to the gods his soul is the most divine and most truly his own.