One man practicing kindness in the wilderness is worth all the temples this world pulls.
Walking on water wasn't built in a day.
Don't tell them too much about your soul. They're waiting for just that.
I feel guilty for being a member of the human race.
The only alternative to sleeping out, hopping freights, and doing what I wanted, I saw in a vision would be to just sit with a hundred other patients in front of a nice television set in a madhouse, where we could be "supervised."
But there's no joy at all, people say "Oh well he's drunk and happy let him sleep it off"--The poor drunkard is *crying*--He's crying for his mother and father and great brother and great friend, he's crying for help. (p.111)