Enthusiasm is a volcano on whose top never grows the grass of hesitation.

Your joy is your sorrow unmasked. And the same well from which your laughter rises was oftentimes filled with your tears. And how else can it be? The deeper that sorrow carves into your being, the more joy you can contain. Is not the cup that holds your wine the very cup that was burned in the potter's oven? And is not the lute that soothes your spirit, the very wood that was hollowed with knives?

Rebellion without truth is like spring in a bleak, arid desert.

In the mouth of Society are many diseased teeth, decayed to the bones of the jaws. But Society makes no effort to have them extracted and be rid of the affliction. It contents itself with gold fillings.

How narrow is the vision that exalts the busyness of the ant above the singing of the grasshopper.

He who has not looked on Sorrow will never see Joy. [for without sorrow how would you know what joy is? Contrast provides peceptive clarity]

God has created several doors which open onto truth. He opens them to all those who knock on them with the hand of faith.