I believe that God is in me as the sun is in the colour and fragrance of a flower - the Light in my darkness, the Voice in my silence.

I do not want the peace which passeth understanding, I want the understanding which bringeth peace.

I am conscious of a soul-sense that lifts me above the narrow, cramping circumstances of my life. My physical limitations are forgotten- my world lies upward, the length and the breadth and the sweep of the heavens are mine!

The heresy of one age becomes the orthodoxy of the next.

I am thankful that in a troubled world no calamity can prevent the return of spring.

Your success and happiness lie in you. External conditions are the accidents of life, its outer trappings.

We, the people, are not free. Our democracy is but a name. We vote? What does that mean? It means we choose between Tweedledee and Tweedledum. We elect expensive masters to do our work for us, and then blame them because they work for themselves and for their class.