Despondency is not religion, whatever else it may be.
I am teaching you now about it, but how many of you will practice it?
Give everything and look for no return.
Compared to the coward that never made the attempt, he is a hero.
Who makes us ignorant? We ourselves. We put our hands over our eyes and weep that it is dark.
My ideal, indeed, can be put into a few words, and that is: to preach unto mankind their divinity, and how to make it manifest in every movement of life.