God himself is not secure, having given man dominion over his work.

Smells are the fallen angels of the senses.

If we spend the time we waste in sighing for the perfect golden fruit in fulfilling the conditions of its growth, happiness will come, must come. It is guaranteed in the very laws of the universe. If it involves some chastening and renunciation, well, the fruit will be all the sweeter for this touch of holiness.

Is love the sweetness of flowers?

I trust, and I recognize the beneficence of the power which we all worship as supreme- Order, Fate, the Great Spirit, Nature, God. I recognize this power in the sun that makes all things grow and keeps life afoot. I make a friend of this indefinable force…this is my religion of optimism.

Even if you have a problem, you don't need to be one.

The true task is to unite and organize all workers...and it is the workers themselves who must secure freedom for themselves.