Let everyone sweep in front of his own door, and the whole world will be clean.

Higher yet and higher out of clouds and night, nearer yet and nearer rising to the light - light, serene and holy where my soul may rest, purified and lowly, sanctified and blest.

Every man has enough power left to carry out that of which he is convinced.

Yet through delivery orators succeed, I feel that I am far behind indeed.

The march of intellect, which licks all the world into shape, has even reached the devil.

Mysteries are not necessarily miracles.

To accept good advice is but to increase one's own ability.