Love is basic for the birth of a true society, while violence has in it the essence of anti-sociality. Love is positive, is eternal: violence is degeneracy, it is it's own destruction.

I read in a book that a man called Christ went about doing good. It is very disconcerting to me that I am so easily satisfied with just going about.

As the sculptor devotes himself to wood and stone, I would devote myself to my soul.

That God, Who dwells in my hand, Knows this secret plan Of the things He will do for the world Using my hand!

It is not enough to have ideals. We must translate them into action. We must clear our own little corner of creation.

It becomes essential to choose one's path. Life consists in making these choices. One develops by choosing. It requires strength to become a child of God.

Science books are letters from God, telling how He runs His universe.

Though my muscles may stiffen, though my skin may wrinkle, may I never find myself yawning at life.

Love is creation raised to a higher degree.

The darkness is a holy of holies of which no one can rob me. In the darkness I meet God face to face.

Men who fear to make the sacrifice of love will have to fight

In an unfamiliar culture, it is wise to offer no innovations, no suggestions, or lessons. The epitome of sophistication is utter simplicity.

Why does a person spend money on a stamp to spout bile at a stranger?

To pursue selfish personal ideas is not wise enough

Here, again, as I conceive, gentlemen forget that this government is a republican one, resting exclusively in the intelligence and virtue of the People.

We still spend more time chasing funds than we do in the studio in creative work.

Some, by admiring other men's virtues, become enemies to their own vices.

Faith grows when it is planted in the fertile soil of God's Word.

Why should I obtain by force that which I can obtain by cheating?

If I were investing in oil and gas stocks, there is one question I would ask CEO's: What portion of your capital is going to have to go in to stay even

Once more unto the breach, dear friends, once more; Or close the wall with our English dead.