“The Mother is the source of love, mercy, sympathy, and forgiveness.”

Perhaps time’s definition of coal is the diamond.

I slept and I dreamed that life is all joy. I woke and I saw that life is all service. I served and I saw that service is joy.

I have learned silence from the talkative, toleration from the intolerant, and kindness from the unkind; yet, strange, I am ungrateful to those teachers.

Truth is like the stars; it does not appear except from behind obscurity of the night.

The nearest to my heart are a king without a kingdom and a poor man who does not know how to beg.

Passionate love is a quenchless thirst.

Wisdom ceases to be wisdom when it becomes too proud to weep, too grave to laugh, and too selfish to seek other than itself.

When you have solved all the mysteries of life you long for death, for it is but another mystery of life.

A woman whom Providence has provided with beauty of spirit and body is a truth, at the same time both open and secret, which we can understand only by love, and touch only by virtue.

Mother: the most beautiful word on the lips of mankind.

If your heart is a volcano, how shall you expect flowers to bloom?

Darkness is dawn not yet born.

The universe is my country and the human family is my tribe.

Desire is half of life, indifference is half of death.

And ever has it been known that love knows not its own depth until the hour of separation.

Tortoises can tell you more about the road than hares.