This craving for health, wealth, long life, and the like - the so - called good - is nothing but an illusion.

There is only one sin and it is: weakness. When I was a boy, I read Milton's Paradise Lost. The only good man I had any respect for was Satan. The only saint is that person who never weakens, faces everything, and determines die game.

As long as a man thinks, this struggle must go on, and so long man must have some form of religion.

As long as we believe ourselves to be even the least different from God, fear remains with us; but when we know ourselves to be the One, fear goes; of what can we be afraid.?

The attempt to remove evil from the world by killing a thousand evil - doers, only adds to the evil in the world.

March on, the Lord is our General.

Had I lived in Palestine, in the days of Jesus of Nazareth, I would have washed his feet, not with my tears, but with my heart's blood!