I sometimes think love consists precisely of the voluntary gift by the loved object of the right to tyrannize over it.

If there were no God, he would have to be invented.

Come, try, give any one of us, for instance, a little more independence, untie our hands, widen the spheres of our activity, relax the control and we...yes, I assure you...we should be begging to be under control again at once.

Intelligence alone is not nearly enough when it comes to acting wisely.

I cannot understand why the world is arranged as it is.

Life is in ourselves and not in the external.

Pray to God for gladness. Be glad as children, as the birds of heaven. And let not the sin of men confound you in your doings. Fear not that it will wear away your work and hinder its being accomplished. Do not say, 'Sin is mighty, wickedness is mighty, evil environment is mighty, and we are lonely and helpless, and evil environment is wearing us away and hindering our good work from being done.' Fly from that dejection, children!