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

The one who plants trees, knowing that he will never sit in their shade, has at least started to understand the meaning of life.

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

Let only that little be left of me whereby I may name thee my all. Let only that little be left of my will whereby I may feel thee on every side, and come to thee in everything, and offer to thee my love every moment. Let only that little be left of me whereby I may never hide thee. Let only that little of my fetters be left whereby I am bound with thy will, and thy purpose is carried out in my life--and that is the fetter of thy love.

I believe in a spiritual world - not as anything separate from this world - but as its innermost truth. With the breath we draw we must always feel this truth, that we are living in God.

The infinite being has assumed unto himself the mystery of finitude. And in him who is love the finite and the infinite are made one.

Truth looks tawdry when she is overdressed.