The love of our neighbor is the only door out of the dungeon of self. A man may think his consciousness is himself, whereas his life consists in the inbreathing of God, and the consciousness of the universe of truth...
Love Thy Neighbor
Who that loves his brother would not, upheld by the love of Christ, arise from the company of the blessed and walk down into the dismal regions of despair to sit with the last of the unredeemed, and be himself more blessed in the pains of hell than in the glories of heaven? Who, I mean, that had the mind of Christ, that had the love of the Father?
Love Thy Neighbor
Love Thy Neighbor
My brother in the flesh is my first neighbor, that I may learn brotherhood. My second neighbor is anyone with whom I have human dealings: the man who mends my clothes; the man who drives me in his cab, the man who begs from me in the street, and to whom, it may be, for his own sake, I must not give.