There is nothing the body suffers which the soul may not profit by.

The stench of the trail of Ego in our History. It is ego - ego, the fountain cry, origin, sole source of war.

My religion of life is always to be cheerful.

George Eliot has the heart of Sappho; but the face, with the long proboscis, the protruding teeth of the Apocalyptic horse, betrayed animality.

Prayer for worldly goods is worse than fruitless, but prayer for strength of soul is that passion of the soul which catches the gift it seeks.

We are betrayed by what is false within

Sentimentalists are they who seek to enjoy without incurring the Immense Debtorship for a thing done.