Hate is a dead thing. Who of you would be a tomb?

Who among you does not feel that his power to love is boundless? And yet who does not feel that very love, though boundless, encompassed within the center of his being, and moving not from love thought to love thought, nor from love deeds to other love deeds?

The chemist who can extract from his heart's elements compassion, respect, longing, patience, regret, surprise, and forgiveness and compound them into one can create that atom which is called love

How narrow is the vision that exalts the busyness of the ant above the singing of the grasshopper.

Love is a magic ray emitted from the burning core of the soul and illuminating the surrounding earth. It enables us to perceive life as a beautiful dream between one awakening and another.

Wisdom stands at the turn in the road and calls upon us publicly, but we consider it false and despise its adherents.

For the breath of life is in the sunlight and the hand of life is in the wind.