It doesn't occur to me at this moment to say more; another time, perhaps tomorrow, I may have more to say, but always the same thing and about the same, for only gypsies, robber gangs and swindlers follow the adage that where a person has once been he is never to go again.

It belongs to the imperfection of everything human that man can only attain his desire by passing through its opposite.

Truth has always had many loud proclaimers, but the question is whether a person will in the deepest sense acknowledge the truth, allow it to permeate his whole being, accept all its consequences, and not have an emergency hiding place for himself and a Judas kiss for the consequence.

Adversity draws men together and produces beauty and harmony in life's relationships, just as the cold of winter produces ice-flowers on the window-panes, which vanish with the warmth.

I begin with the principle that all men are bores. Surely no one will prove himself so great a bore as to contradict me in this.

This is all that I've known for certain, that God is love. Even if I have been mistaken on this or that point: God is nevertheless love.

It is not the path which is the difficulty; rather, it is the difficulty which is the path.