Love is the only bow on Life's dark cloud. It is the Morning and the Evening Star. It shines upon the cradle of the babe, and sheds its radiance on the quiet tomb. It is the mother of Art—inspirer of poet, patriot, and philosopher. It is the air and light of every heart— builder of every home—kindler of every fire on every hearth. It was the first to dream of immortality. It fills the world with melody, for Music is the voice of Love.

If nobody has too much, everybody will have enough.

Nothing could be more idiotic and absurd than the doctrine of the trinity.

Ignorance worships mystery; reason explains it; the one grovels, the other soars.

The first step is for man to cease to be the slave of man. The second, is to cease to be the slave of the monsters of his own creation, the ghosts and phantoms of the air.

Spirituality for the most part is a mask worn by idleness, arrogance and greed.

the inventor of the plow did more good than the maker of the first rosary - because, say what you will, plowing is better than praying.