Even if I know I shall never change the masses, never transform anything permanent, all I ask is that the good things also have their place, their refuge.

Human dignity begins to assert itself only at the point where man is distinguishable from the beast by pity for it.

I am fond of them, of the inferior beings of the abyss, of those who are full of longing.

Achievements, seldom credited to their source, are the result of unspeakable drudgery and worries.

The oldest, truest, most beautiful organ of music, the origin to which alone our music owes its being, is the human voice.

I am convinced that there are universal currents of Divine Thought vibrating the ether everywhere and that any who can feel these vibrations is inspired.

Joy is not in things; it is in us.