Therefore trust to thy heart, and to what the world calls illusions.

Go forth to meet the shadowy future without fear and with a manly heart.

The soul...is audible, not visible.

Let us labor for an inward stillness-- An inward stillness and an inward healing. That perfect silence where the lips and heart Are still, and we no longer entertain Our own imperfect thoughts and vain opinions, But God alone speaks to us and we wait In singleness of heart that we may know His will, and in the silence of our spirits, That we may do His will and do that only

A single conversation across the table with a wise man is better than ten years mere study of books.

The history of the past is a mere puppet-show. A little man comes out and blows a little trumpet, and goes in again. You look for something new, and lo! another little man comes out, and blows another little trumpet, and goes in again. And it is all over.

Some must follow and some command, through all are made oclay.