Service which is rendered without joy helps neither the servant nor the served.

Man is born of woman, he is flesh of her flesh and bone of her bone.

The real love is to love them that hate you, to love your neighbor even though you distrust him.

It is nature's kindness that we do not remember past births. Life would be a burden if we carried such a tremendous load of memories.

There is always the fear of self-righteousness possessing us, the fear of arrogating to ourselves a superiority that we do not possess.

That which impels man to do the right thing is God.

To my mind, the life of a lamb is no less precious than that of a human being.