“Someday, after mastering the winds, the waves, the tides and gravity.”

We are one, after all, you and I, together we suffer, together exist and forever will recreate each other.

Love is a sacred reserve of energy; it is like the blood of spiritual evolution.

At the heart of every being lies creation’s dream of a principle that will one day give organic form to its fragmented treasures. God is unity.

In the final analysis, the questions of why bad things happen to good people transmutes itself into some very different questions.

The incomparable greatness of the religions of the East lies in their having been second to none in vibrating with the passion for unity.

These seem to be an expectation and awareness of a Great Presence.

The history of the kingdom of God is, directly, one of a reunion. The total divine milieu is formed by the incorporation of every elected spirit in Jesus Christ.

It is a curious thing: man, the centre and creator of all science, is the only object which our science has not yet succeeded in including in a . We know the history of his bones, but no ordered place has yet been found in nature for his reflective intelligence.

When death comes, all we can do is to surrender ourselves completely to the domination and guidance of God.

No other substance but this could have produced the human molecule.

Love is an adventure and a conquest. It survives and develops, like the universe itself, only by perpetual discovery.

Being happy is a matter of personal taste.

Man the individual consoles himself for his passing with the thought of the offspring or the works which he leaves behind.

Regarded zoologically, man is today an almost isolated figure in nature. In his cradle, he was less isolated.

For ideas to prevail, many of their defenders have to die in obscurity. Their anonymous influence makes itself felt.

He that will believe only what he can fully comprehend must have a long head or a very short creed.

Day after day, day after day, We stuck, nor breath nor motion; As idle as a painted ship Upon a painted ocean.

After all, the true seeing is within.

A fellow ought to save a few of the long evenings he spends with his girl till after they’re married.

It was a week after Donald Trump had won. And initially he was still optimistic. He felt that things would be OK ultimately. And I have to tell you, this is the area where, you know, I see, you know, some degree of contradiction.

The age seems sore from excess of stimulation, just as a day or two after a thorough Debauch and long sustained Drinking-match a man feels all over like a Bruise.

After I am dead, I would rather have men ask why Cato has no monument than why he had one.

Our deeds still travel with us from afar, and what we have been makes us what we are.

For life be, after all, only a waitin’ for somethin’ else than what we’re doin’; and death be all that we can rightly depend on.