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

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.

All that you see was and is for your sake. The numerous books, uncanny markings, and beautiful thoughts are the ghosts of souls who preceded you.

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.

The seasons shall tire and the years grow old, ere they exhaust these words: “Father forgive them, for they know not what they do.

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.

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