Jesus was not sent here to teach the people to build magnificent churches and temples amidst the cold wretched huts and dismal hovels. He came to make the human heart a temple, and the soul an altar, and the mind a priest.

We stood up and bade each other farewell, but love and despair stood between us like two ghosts, one stretching his wings with his fingers over our throats, one weeping and the other laughing hideously. As I took Selma's hand and put it to my lips, she came close to me and placed a kiss on my forehead, then dropped on the wooden bench. She shut her eyes and whispered softly, "Oh, Lord God, have mercy on me and mend my broken wings!

If any of you would bring judgment the unfaithful wife, let him also weight the heart of her husband in scales, and measure his soul with measurements.

You, the strong, have I loved, though the marks of your iron hoofs are yet upon my flesh.

When life does not find a singer to sing her heart she produces a philosopher to speak her mind.

Most people who ask for advice from others have already resolved to act as it pleases them.

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