A Quote by Robin Williamson

Light that is One though the lamps be many. — © Robin Williamson
Light that is One though the lamps be many.
The lamps are different, but the Light is the same. One matter, one energy, one Light, one Light-mind, endlessly emanating all things.
Lamps are different, but light is the same.
We should be shining lamps, giving light to all around us.
He who has no light in his heart, what will he gain from the festival of lamps.
In a great affliction there is no light either in the stars or in the sun; for when the inward light is fed with fragrant oil; there can be no darkness though the sun should go out. But when, like a sacred lamp in the temple, the inward light is quenched, there is no light outwardly, though a thousand suns should preside in the heavens.
My sweetest Lesbia, let us live and love, And though the sager sort our deeds reprove, Let us not weigh them. Heaven's great lamps do dive Into their west, and straight again revive, But soon as once set is our little light, Then must we sleep one ever-during night. See Catullus 200:5.
The lamps are lit, the fires burn bright. The house is full of life and light.
Nothing in this world is more inspiring than a soul up against crippling circumstances who carries it off with courage and faith and undefeated character-nothing! See Light From Many Lamps, edited by L. E. Watson, article by H. E. Fosdick, pp. 93-94 re: a serious cripple who succeeded.
The government burns down whole cities while the people are forbidden to light lamps.
Photography is not only drawing with light, though light is the indispensable agent of its being. It is modeling or sculpturing with light, to reproduce the plastic form of natural objects. It is painting with light.
My home has to feel airy and bright with natural light. I don't switch on lamps until it is literally black outside.
Man, Sub-creator, the refracted light through whom is splintered from a single White to many hues, and endlessly combined in living shapes that move from mind to mind. Though all the crannies of the world we filled with Elves and Goblins, though we dared to build Gods and their houses out of dark and light, and sowed the seed of dragons, 'twas our right (used or misused). The right has not decayed. We make still by the law in which we're made.
I had a classmate who fitted for college by the lamps of a lighthouse, which was more light, we think, than the University afforded.
Lamps make oil-spots and candles need snuffing; it is only the light of heaven that shines pure and leaves no stain.
In times of tragedies, our duty is to lend a helping hand to those in grief and thus light lamps of kindness and compassion.
The stars, that nature hung in heaven, and filled their lamps with everlasting oil, give due light to the misled and lonely traveller.
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