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.

Art arises when the secret vision of the artist and the manifestation of nature agree to find new shapes.

Inspiration is in seeing a part of the whole with the part of the whole in you.

Tolerance is love sick with the sickness of haughtiness.

Everyone has experienced that truth: that love, like a running brook, is disregarded, taken for granted; but when the brook freezes over, then people begin to remember how it was when it ran, and they want it to run again.

In the sweetness of friendship let there be laughter, and sharing of pleasures. For in the dew of little things the heart finds its morning and is refreshed.

Much of your pain is the bitter potion by which the physician within you heals your sick self.