Men can only think. Women have a way of understanding without thinking. Woman was created out of God's own fancy. Man, He had to hammer into shape.

Our responsibility is no longer to acquire, but to BE.

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

In death the many become one; in life the one become many.

The soil in return for her service keeps the tree tied to her, the sky asks nothing and leaves it free.

Life itself is a strange mixture. We have to take it as it is, try to understand it, and then to better it.

That which oppresses me, is it my soul trying to come out in the open, or the soul of the world knocking at my heart for entrance?