Only when you drink from the river of silence shall you indeed sing. And when you have reached the mountain top, then you shall begin to climb. And when the earth shall claim your limbs, then shall you truly dance.

Verily the lust for comfort murders the passion of the soul, and then walks grinning in the funeral.

The most solid stone in the structure is the lowest one in the foundation.

Remember that Divinity is the true self of Man. It cannot be sold for gold; neither can it be heaped up as are the riches of the world today. The rich man has cast off his Divinity, and has clung to his gold. And the young today have forsaken their Divinity and pursue self-indulgence and pleasure.

Life has two halves: one patient and one afire. Love is the fiery half. Make me, O Lord, food for the flames.

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

Yet has not Man wept at the sounds? And are not his tears eloquent understanding?