H.P. Blavatsky's The Voice of the Silence, an inspirational text, gives many teachings on the spiritual path, with certain specific Hindu and Buddhist inflections, but applicable to wider perspectives as well. There is reference to the Bodhisattvic Path, and the related passages on altruism, selflessness, and compassion are possibly some of the most eloquent, original, and distinctive.
Thou canst not travel on the Path before thou hast become that Path itself (32). (1,58)
Let thy Soul lend its ear to every cry of pain like as the lotus bares its heart to drink the morning sun. (1,59)
Let not the fierce Sun dry one tear of pain before thyself hast wiped it from the sufferer’s eye. (1,60)
But let each burning human tear drop on thy heart and there remain, nor ever brush it off, until the pain that caused it is removed. (1,61)
These tears, O thou of heart most merciful, these are the streams that irrigate the fields of charity immortal. ‘Tis on such soil that grows the midnight blossom of Buddha (33) more difficult to find, more rare to view than is the flower of the Vogay tree. It is the seed of freedom from rebirth. It isolates the Arhat both from strife and lust, it leads him through the fields of Being unto the peace and bliss known only in the land of Silence and Non-Being. (1,62)
Alas, alas, that all men should possess Alaya, be
one with the great Soul, and that possessing it, Alaya should so little avail
them!(2,107)
“Sweet are the fruits of Rest and Liberation for the sake of Self; but sweeter still the fruits of long and bitter duty. Aye, Renunciation for the sake of others, of suffering fellow men.” (2,190)
He, who becomes Pratyeka-Buddha (38), makes his obeisance but to his Self. The Bodhisattva who has won the battle, who holds the prize within his palm, yet says in his divine compassion: (2,191)
“For others’ sake this great reward I yield” — accomplishes the greater Renunciation. (2,192)
“Hast thou attuned thy heart and mind to the great mind and heart of all mankind? For as the sacred River’s roaring voice whereby all Nature-sounds are echoed back (10), so must the heart of him ‘who in the stream would enter,’ thrill in response to every sigh and thought of all that lives and breathes.” (3,225)
Disciples may be likened to the strings of the soul-echoing Vînâ; mankind, unto its sounding board; the hand that sweeps it to the tuneful breath of the great world-soul. The string that fails to answer ‘neath the Master’s touch in dulcet harmony with all the others, breaks — and is cast away. So the collective minds of Lanoo-Śrâvakas. They have to be attuned to the Upâdhyâya’s mind — one with the Over-Soul — or, break away. (3,226)
Hast thou attuned thy being to Humanity’s great pain, O candidate for light? (3,228)
Shall he not use the gifts which it confers for his
own rest and bliss, his well-earn’d weal and glory — he, the subduer of the
great Delusion? (3,284)Know that the stream of superhuman knowledge and the Deva-Wisdom thou hast won, must, from thyself, the channel of Alaya, be poured forth into another bed. (3,289)
Know, O Naljor, thou of the Secret Path, its pure fresh waters must be used to sweeter make the Ocean’s bitter waves — that mighty sea of sorrow formed of the tears of men. (3,290)
Alas! when once thou hast become like the fix’d star in highest heaven, that bright celestial orb must shine from out the spatial depths for all — save for itself; give light to all, but take from none. (3,291)
Alas! when once thou hast become like the pure snow in mountain vales, cold and unfeeling to the touch, warm and protective to the seed that sleepeth deep beneath its bosom — ’tis now that snow which must receive the biting frost, the northern blasts, thus shielding from their sharp and cruel tooth the earth that holds the promised harvest, the harvest that will feed the hungry. (3,292)
Self-doomed to live through future Kalpas,* unthanked and unperceived by man; wedged as a stone with countless other stones which form the “Guardian Wall” (28), such is thy future if the seventh gate thou passest. Built by the hands of many Masters of Compassion, raised by their tortures, by their blood cemented, it shields mankind, since man is man, protecting it from further and far greater misery and sorrow. (3,293)
Now bend thy head and listen well, O Bodhisattva — Compassion speaks and saith: “Can there be bliss when all that lives must suffer? Shalt thou be saved and hear the whole world cry?” (3,307)


