But the older he grew and the more intimately he came to know his brother, the oftener the thought occurred to him that the power of working for the general welfare – a power of which he felt himself entirely destitute – was not a virtue but rather a lack of something: not a lack of kindly honesty and noble desires and tastes, but a lack of the power of living, of what is called heart – the aspiration which makes a man choose one out of all the innumerable paths of life that present themselves, and desire that alone.

As we live through thousands of dreams in our present life, so is our present life only one of many thousands of such lives which we enter from the other more real life and then return after death. Our life is but one of the dreams of that more real life, and so it is endlessly, until the very last one, the very real the life of God.

I don't want to prove anything; I merely want to live, to do no one harm but myself. I have the right to do that, haven't I?

Here I am...wanting to accomplish something and completely forgetting it must all end--that there is such a thing as death.

Life could be limitless joy, if we would only take it for what it is, in the way it is given to us.

The earth is the general and equal possession of all humanity and therefore cannot be the property of individuals.

The true office of any faith is to give life a meaning which death cannot destroy.