Soft-brained people, weak-minded, chicken-hearted , cannot find the truth. One has to be free, and as broad as the sky.

Salvation never will come through hope of reward.

Perfection can be had by everybody.

Man's free agency is not of the mind, for that is bound. There is no freedom there.

I am not talking about what every one of us means by love. Little namby-pamby love is lovely. Man rails in love with woman, and woman goes to die for man. The chances are that in five minutes John kicks Jane, and Jane kicks John. This is a materialism and no love at all. If John could really love Jane, he would be perfect that moment.

The happiest moments we ever know are when we entirely forget ourselves.

Man is really free, the real man cannot but be free.