I am one of those who believe that spiritual progress is a rule of human life, but the approach to perfection is slow and painful. If a woman elevates herself in one respect and is retarded in another, it is because the rough trail that leads to the mountain peak is not free of ambushes of thieves and lairs of wolves.

Your confidence in the people, and your doubt about them, are closely related to your self-confidence and your self-doubt.

March on. Do not tarry. To go forward is to move toward perfection. March on, and fear not the thorns, or the sharp stones on life's path.

We wanderers, ever seeking the lonelier way, begin no day where we have ended another, and no sunrise finds us where left by sunset. Even while the earth sleeps we travel. We are the seeds of that tenacious plant, and it is in our ripeness and our fullness of heart that we are given to the wind to be scattered.

We live only to discover beauty. All else is a form of waiting

And only the sure of foot can give a hand to him who stumbles.

Money is like love; it kills slowly and painfully the one who withholds it, and enlivens the other who turns it on his fellow man.