There is a desire deep within the soul which drives man from the seen to the unseen, to philosophy and to the divine.

Our worst fault is our preoccupation with the faults of others.

You would measure time the measureless and the immeasurable. You would adjust your conduct and even direct the course of your spirit according to hours and seasons. Of time you would make a stream upon whose bank you would sit and watch its flowing.

The saint and the sinner are twin brothers...one was born but the moment before the other.

All you have shall some day be given. Therefore give now, that the season of giving may be yours and not your inheritors.

The soul is an embryo in the body of Man, and the day of death is the Day of awakening, for it is the Great era of labour and the rich Hour of creation.

My Soul gave me good counsel, teaching me never to delight in praise or to be distressed by reproach. Before my Soul taught me, I doubted the value of my accomplishments until the passing days sent someone who would extol or disparage them. But now I know that trees blossom in the spring and give their fruits in the summer without any desire for accolades. And they scatter their leaves abroad in the fall and denude themselves in the winter without fear of reproof.