It sometimes strikes me how immensely fortunate I am that each day should take its place in my life, either reddened with the rising and setting sun, or refreshingly cool with deep, dark clouds, or blooming like a white flower in the moonlight. What untold wealth!

You have given me Your love, filling the world with Your gifts.

Thy infinite gifts come to me only on these very small hands of mine. Ages pass, and still thou pourest, and still there is room to fill.

Men are cruel, but Man is kind.

for we women are not only the deities of the household fire, but the flame of the soul itself.

Only those of tranquil minds, and none else, can attain abiding joy, by realizing within their souls the Being who manifests one essence in a multiplicity of forms.

The problem is not how to wipe out all differences, but how to unite with all differences intact.