I grow more and more suspicious of the political powers that take men away from their work and set them shooting one another.

Death is no more than passing from one room into another. But there's a difference for me, you know. Because in that other room I shall be able to see.

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.

Death is no more than passing from one room into another.

The infinite wonders of the universe are revealed to us in exact measure as we are capable of receiving them. The keenness of our vision depends not on how much we can see, but on how much we feel.

Everything has its wonders, even darkness and silence, and I learn, whatever state I may be in, therein to be content.

It is a terrible thing to see and have no vision.