I use hate as a weapon to defend myself; had I been strong, I would never have needed that kind of weapon.

When we turn to one another for counsel we reduce the number of our enemies.

Limited love asks for possession of the beloved, but the unlimited asks only for itself.

Wake at dawn with a winged heart and give thanks for another day of loving.

The lust for comfort, that stealthy thing that enters the house a guest, and then becomes a host, and then a master.

Wisdom ceases to be wisdom when it becomes too proud to weep, too grave to laugh, and too selfish to seek other than itself.

Youth is a beautiful dream, on whose brightness books shed a blinding dust. Will ever the day come when the wise link the joy of knowledge to youth's dream? Will ever the day come when Nature becomes the teacher of man, humanity his book and life his school? Youth's joyous purpose cannot be fulfilled until that day comes. Too slow is our march toward spiritual elevation, because we make so little use of youth's ardor.