We are great and our faults are great and therefore our problems great and great are our consolations.

I don't speak because I have the power to speak; I speak because I don't have the power to remain silent.

The Second Temple was destroyed because of causeless hatred. Perhaps the Third will be rebuilt because of causeless love.

When the spirit shines, even foggy skies make pleasant light.

The higher the truth, the simpler it is.

When one looks truly at the good side of everyone, others come to love him very naturally, and he does not need even a speck of flattery.

Contemplate the wonders of creation, the Divine dimension of their being, not as a dim configuration that is presented to you from a distance, but as the reality in which you live.

We forgot we have Holy Body not less than our Holy Spirit.

Our generation is wonderful generation, full of wonder. It's very hard to find an example of it in all our history. Composed of contradictions — light and darkness mixed.

The thought of a happiness that comes from outside the person, brings him sadness. But the recognition in the value of one's will and the freedom granted by its uplifting, brings great joy.

A tiny remnant of a big thing is better than a whole little thing.

Change is scientific, ‘progress’ is ethical. Change is indubitable whereas progress is a matter of controversy.

Truth in spirit, not truth to the letter, is the true veracity,

Life is not a matter of dollars and cents, houses and lands, earning capacity and financial achievement. Greed must not be allowed to make man the slave of wealth.

Sorry. Didn't mean to step on any dead toes.

Once the spark of true love has been ignited, it cannot be quenched. It is there forever.

Focus first on where you want to be, and why, and then on the right path to get there.

I remain fascinated by where you go as a woman once you are a mother, and if you ever come back.

No! I don’t want to Ouija, or do the pendulum thing, and I swear if I see one tarot card or rune stone I’ll yack cupcake all over you. (Grace)

Paintings have a life of their own that derives from the painter's soul.