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

Give Me Strength This is my prayer to thee, my lord---strike, strike at the root of penury in my heart. Give me the strength lightly to bear my joys and sorrows. Give me the strength to make my love fruitful in service. Give me the strength never to disown the poor or bend my knees before insolent might. Give me the strength to raise my mind high above daily trifles. And give me the strength to surrender my strength to thy will with love.

Man is a rough-hewn and woman a finished product.

Music fills the infinite between two souls. This has been muffled by the mist of our daily habits.

The greed of gain has no time or limit to its capaciousness. Its one object is to produce and consume. It has pity neither for beautiful nature nor for living human beings. It is ruthlessly ready without a moment's hesitation to crush beauty and life.

We manage to swallow flesh, only because we do not think of the cruel and sinful thing we do.

Those who in this world have the courage to try and solve in their own lives new problems of life, are the ones who raise society to greatness.