“Sometimes The Devil is a gentleman.”

War is the statesman’s game, the priest’s delight, the lawyer’s jest, the hired assassin’s trade.

I have drunken deep of joy, And I will taste no other wine tonight.

There is no disease, bodily or mental, which adoption of vegetable diet, and pure water has not infallibly mitigated, wherever the experiment has been fairly tried.

Sometimes it’s better to put love into hugs than to put it into words. Soul meets soul on lovers’ lips.

When my cats aren’t happy, I’m not happy. Not because I care about their mood but because I know they’re just sitting there thinking up ways to get even.

Away, away, from men and towns, To the wild wood and the downs, – To the silent wilderness, Where the soul need not repress Its music.

The more we study the more we discover our ignorance.

I arise from dreams of thee In the first sweet sleep of night, when the winds are breathing low, and the stars are shining bright.

The pleasure that is in sorrow is sweeter than the pleasure of pleasure itself.

Life may change, but it may fly not; Hope may vanish, but can die not; Truth be veiled, but still it burneth; Love repulsed, – but it returneth!

Rise like Lions after slumber In unvanquishable number- Shake your chains to earth like dew Which in sleep had fallen on you Ye are many-they are few.

The howl of self-interest is loud but the heart is black which throbs solely to its note.

The young moon has fed Her exhausted horn With the sunset’s fire.

History is a cyclic poem written by time upon the memories of man.

Dust to the dust! but the pure spirit shall flow Back to the burning fountain whence it came, A portion of the Eternal.

Poets, not otherwise than philosophers, painters, sculptors, and musicians, are, in one sense, the creators, and, in another, the creations, of their age.

Strange, though I am saved from sin, I am not saved from sinning.

Ask not of things to shed their veils. Unveil yourselves, and things will be unveiled.

My heart can take on any form: A meadow for gazelles, A cloister for monks, For the idols, sacred ground, Ka’ba for the circling pilgrim, The tables of the Torah, The scrolls of the Quran. My creed is Love; Wherever its caravan turns along the way, That is my belief, My faith.

When Love gives, it gives all; when it takes, it takes all. It’s very taking is giving.

In knowing God, each of us also knows himself.

The things you own end up owning you.

We can only change what we are willing to change.

You never can cure poverty. Poverty is in the eye of the beholder.