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" "خدا
محال است که نوع انسان بتواند به خدا معتقد نشود و من از گفته ی بعضی از بزرگان کلیسا حیرت می کنم که می گویند مترلینگ به خدا معتقد نیست.
آری همه کس به خدا معتقد است ولی هرکس عقیده ی خاصی نسبت به او دارد که متناسب با طرز فکر اوست و همواره خدایی که می پرستیم شبیه خود ماست که صفات و خصائل مارا توصیف می نماید.
اگر اندیشه ی شما هزار مرتبه بزرگ تر از حالا باشد خدای شما هم هزار مرتبه پاک تر خواهد گردید.
هرگز از اندیشه خود یک خدای منتقم و خونخوار و سفاک بیرون نیاورید تا ناچار باشید از خدای خود بترسید.
Count Maurice Polydore Marie Bernard Maeterlinck (29 August 1862 – 6 May 1949) was a Belgian poet, playwright, and essayist who wrote in French, most famous for his work L'Oiseau Bleu (The Blue Bird), and for other works exploring the meaning of life and death. He was awarded the Nobel Prize in Literature in 1911.
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Sometimes the male flowers rise to the surface when there are not yet any pistillated flowers in the vicinity. And at other times, when low water permits them easily to reach their companions, they still break their stems no less automatically and uselessly. I maintain here, once again, that the whole genius rests in the species, in life or nature, and that the individual on the whole is stupid. Only in mankind do we find true emulation of the two intelligences, an increasingly precise and active tendency toward a kind of balance that is the great secret of our future.
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