you can muffle the drum, and you can loosen the strings of the lyre, but who shall command the skylark not to sing?

You are your own forerunner, and the towers you have builded are but the foundation of your giant-self. And that self too shall be a foundation.

Who can separate his faith from his actions, or his belief from his occupations?

And one of the elders of the city , said , speak to us of good and evil. And he answered : You are good in countless ways , and you are not evil when you are not good .

Like the ocean is your god-self; It remains for ever undefiled. And like the ether it lifts but the winged. Even like the sun is your god-self; It knows not the ways of the mole nor seeks it the holes of the serpent. But your god-self does not dwell alone in your being. Much in you is still man, and much in you is not yet man, But a shapeless pigmy that walks asleep in the mist searching for its own awakening.

You may forget with whom you laughed, but you will never forget with whom you wept.

God listens not to your words save when He Himself utters them through your lips.