The wind may blow and then cease, and the sea shall swell and then weary, but the heart of life is a sphere quiet and serene, and the star that shines therein is fixed for evermore.

I go — as others already crucified have gone. And think not we are weary of crucifixion. For we must be crucified by larger and yet larger men, between greater earths and greater heavens.

Does the song of the sea end at the shore or in the hearts of those who listen to it?

What do the nationalists say about killers punishing murderers and thieves sentencing looters?

Love possesses not nor would it be possessed; For love is sufficient unto love. And think not you can direct the course of love, if it finds you worthy, directs your course. Love has no other desire but to fulfill itself.

I am the infinite sea, and all worlds are but grains of sand upon my shore.

In my thought there is only one universal religion, whose varied paths are but the fingers of the loving hand of the Supreme Being.