The same stream of life that runs through my veins night and day runs through the world and dances in rhythmic measures. It is the same life that shoots in joy through the dust of the earth in numberless blades of grass and breaks into tumultuous waves of leaves and flowers.

The human soul is on its journey from the law to love, from discipline to liberation, from the moral plane to the spiritual.

It is very simple to be happy, but it is very difficult to be simple.

And, indeed, what little of beauty and peace is to be found in the societies of men is owing to the daily performance of small duties, not to big doings and fine talk.

Thou hast made me endless, such is thy pleasure. This frail vessel thou emptiest again and again, and fillest it ever with fresh life.

Merely to exist is not enough.

No civilized society can thrive upon victims, whose humanity has been permanently mutilated.