My wish for you... is that your skeptic-eclectic brain be flooded with the light of truth.

There is a law of time, a law of oblivion: glory to the dead; life to the living.

A man is happy so long as he chooses to be happy and nothing can stop him.

We are so attached to the earth, and yet we are incapable of holding onto it.

He who knows how to be content will be content with little.

Whenever the tissue of life is woven of legalistic relationships, this creates an atmosphere of spiritual mediocrity that paralyzes a person's noblest impulses.

There is no point asserting and reasserting what the heart cannot believe.