Few men are wantonly wicked.

In the midst of death life persists, in the midst of untruth, truth persists, in the midst of darkness light persists.

It is quite proper to resist and attack a system, but to resist and attack its author is tantamount to resisting and attacking oneself, for we are all tarred with the same brush, and are children of one and the same Creator, and as such the divine powers within us are infinite. To slight a single human being, is to slight those divine powers and thus to harm not only that Being, but with Him, the whole world.

What is faith if it is not translated into action?

Our existence as embodied beings is purely momentary; what are a hundred years in eternity? But if we shatter the chains of egotism, and melt into the ocean of humanity, we share its dignity. To feel that we are something is to set up a barrier between God and ourselves; to cease feeling that we are something, is to become one with God.

Each night, when I go to sleep, I die. And the next morning, when I wake up, I am reborn.

Truth never damages a cause that is just.