If winter should say, 'Spring is in my heart,' who would believe winter?

Take then this Book, look into it, and show me when Jesus was not forgiving. Read this diving tragedy and tell me where He speaks without mercy and compassion. You visit not the sick and the imprisoned; nor do you feed the hungry or give refuge to the stranger or comfort to the mourner.

God made Truth with many doors to welcome every believer who knocks on them.

Your clothes conceal much of your beauty, yet they hide not the unbeautiful.

Out of suffering have emerged the strongest souls; the most massive characters are seared with scars.

Disagreement may be the shortest cut between two minds.

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.