If fifty men did all the work, / And gave the price to five, / And let those five make all the rules - / You'd say the fifty men were fools, / Unfit to be alive.

To speak broadly, the troubles of life as we find them are mainly traceable to the heart or the purse.

A normal feminine influence in recasting our religious assumptions will do more than any other one thing to improve the world.

But we were made to believe and not allowed to think. We were told to obey, rather than to experiment and investigate.

Love grows by service.

We all need one another; much and often. Just as every human creature needs a place to be alone in, a sacred, private "home" of his own, so all human creatures need a place to be together in, from the two who can show each other their souls uninterruptedly, to the largest throng that can throb and stir in unison.

It will be a great thing for the human soul when it finally stops worshipping backwards.