“I am going out one door, and shall go through another.”

There is no room for God in the man who is filled with himself.

Fear builds walls to bar the light.

The world is full of wonders and miracles but man takes his little hand and covers his eyes and sees nothing.

From every human being there rises a light.

Thou shalt love thy neighbor as thyself.” Why? Because every human being has a root in the Unity, and to reject the minutest particle of the Unity is to reject it all.

Forgetfulness leads to exile while remembrance is the secret of redemption.

Your fellow man is your mirror. If your own face is clean, the image you perceive will also be flawless. But should you look upon your fellow man and see a blemish, it is your own imperfection that you are encountering – you are being shown what it is that you must correct within yourself.

When a father complains that his son has taken to evil ways, what should he do? Love him more than ever.

Everybody is unique. Compare not yourself with anybody else lest you spoil God’s curriculum.

Before you can find God, you must lose yourself.

Telling the proper stories is as if you were approaching the throne of Heaven in a fiery chariot.

Whenever feeling downcast, each person should vitally remember, “For my sake, the entire world was created.”

For my sake, the entire world was created.

He who is full of joy is full of love.

To pull a friend out of the mire, don’t hesitate to get dirty.

Pleasures are manifestations of God’s name.

Who will not judge him worthy to be robbed That sets his doors wide open to a thief, And shows the felon where his treasure lies?

Hate your next-door neighbor, but don’t forget to say grace.

I have the greatest picture of Ted [Danson]. That was a big caper,

France is the only place where you can make love in the afternoon without people hammering on your door.

Medicine cabinets are dangerous. Those doors, man. They’ll just spring on you like a ninja.

Shut the door, Wales.

Hospitality, or flinging wide the door to friends and wayfarers alike, was once important, back in a world without motels or safety nets, where a friend might find his castle burnt down or a wayfarer find bandits on his trail.

There was no warning, not even a knock. The door flew open, and he forgot his present aches and pains in anticipation of what lay in store. The figure that stood in the door was not that of an enemy. It was worse. It was his mother.