The Lord casts no one down in Hell, but the spirit casts himself hither.

Peace has in it trust in the Lord, that He governs all things, provides all things, and leads to a good end.

Heaven is not located on high, but where the good of love is, and this resides within a person, wherever he or she might be.

Worship does not consist in prayers and in external devotion, but in a life of kindness.

True charity is the desire to be useful to others with no thought of recompense.

Destruction was effected after visitation, for visitation always precedes.

The act of exploring what the men are, and moreover the separation of the good from the evil, is visitation; and the good are then removed, and the evil are left behind.

For those who trust in the Divine all things are moving towards an everlasting state of happiness, and no matter what happens at any time to them, it contributes to that state.

Every single moment of a person's life, both of the understanding and of the will, is a new beginning.

Our love is our life itself. What our love is like determines how we live and therefore everything about what we are as human beings.

Conscience is God's presence in humans.

But all I could think of was how when nothing made sense and hadn't for ages, you just have to grab onto anything you feel sure of.

The leader is always learning new things and gaining new insights.

Advertising in the final analysis should be news. If it is not news it is worthless.

Nothing anybody's said or written about me ever bothers me, except when it does.

The man was not merely very human; he was humanity. And I reflected that it is only by preserving faith in human dreams that we may, after all, perhaps some day make them come true.

I think if I had been writing fiction, where the work is entirely dependent on the writer's creativity and the potential directions the narrative might take are infinite, I might have frozen

Seeing ourselves through the eyes of grace frees us to be for others all we need to be.

I hide my distress, just likethe blessed birds hide themselveswhen they are preparing to die. Wine! Wine, roses, music and yourindifference to my sadness, my loved-one!

You are not your circumstances. You are your possibilities. If you know that, you can do anything.

Let those flatter, who fear: it is not an American art. To give praise where it is not due, might be well from the venal, but would ill beseem those who are asserting the rights of human nature.