Leave out my name from the gift if it be a burden, but keep my song.

We live in the world when we love it.

Clouds come floating into my life from other days no longer to shed rain or usher storm but to give colour to my sunset sky.

Where the mind is without fear and the head is held high Where knowledge is free.

It is very simple to be happy, but it is very difficult to be simple.

Everything comes to us that belongs to us if we create the capacity to receive it.

If you cry because the sun has gone out of your life, your tears will prevent you from seeing the stars.

The most important lesson that man can learn from life, is not that there is pain in this world, but that it is possible for him to transmute it into joy.

I slept and dreamt that life was joy. I awoke and saw that life was service. I acted and behold, service was joy.

The problem is not how to wipe out all differences, but how to unite with all differences intact.

The one who plants trees, knowing that he will never sit in their shade, has at least started to understand the meaning of life.

The Lord cared for us in the wilderness. May we never forget Him in times of abundance.

The world is an arena where things represents things. It is a stage where the same thing is seen from different lenses as a different thing.

A good marriage would be between a blind wife and a deaf husband.

In the absence of the gold standard, there is no way to protect savings from confiscation through inflation. There is no safe store of value.

Everyone knows a lot about me without actually knowing me at all.

The real test of love is when a person—including you—can know your weaknesses, your stupidities and your smallnesses, and still love you.

The only thing we have to fear...is audiovisual glitches at our annual event.

We do not see faith, hope, and charity as unattainable ideals, but we use them as stout supports of a nation fighting the fight for freedom in a modern civilization.

A.J.[Muste] died in the late '60s, I think. He was 81, something like that.

An important memory is like a gravitational field--the mind is compelled to return to it again and again. It is like a moon; it lives in light and shadow.