One of the tragedies of our life is that we keep forgetting who we are.

The man of thought who will not act is ineffective; the man of action who will not think is dangerous.

Sometimes we reveal ourselves when we are least like ourselves.

What can I do with my happiness? How can I keep it$$$ conceal it$$$ bury it where I may never lose it? I want to kneel as it falls over me like rain$$$ gather it up with lace and silk$$$ and press it over myself again.

People have nothing to do and therefore they interfere with the lives of others. I don't want to interfere with the lives of others.

Religion is so frequently a source of confusion in political life$$$ and so frequently dangerous to democracy$$$ precisely because it introduces absolutes into the realm of relative values.

There is no way to happiness. Happiness is the way.

Every thought you produce$$$ anything you say$$$ any action you do$$$ it bears your signature.

One cannot realize God if one has even the least trace of desire. A thread cannot pass through the eye of a needle if it has the smallest fibre sticking out.

In true love$$$ you attain freedom.