at first sight everyone seems like human.

Jewelry maybe is more expensive than clothes, but clothes are more important than jewelry.

Thought is uncontrollable but controllable. Thought is the pivot of life and the epitome of good or bad living. A controlled thought is a controlled life and an uncontrolled life is an uncontrolled li...

All that I ask out of life is that it be constant and unending euphoria.

Anger is like sex urge, once gratified, the inner voice calls you a stinking fool.

Your ancestors are rooting for you.

Don't fight to be right, but fight when you are right.

There is no other position and no other place where you will be as happy as the place of your calling

Wise is the one who flavors the future with some salt from the past. Becoming dust is no threat to the phoenix born from the ash.

and our few good times will be rare because we have the critical senseand are not easy to fool with laughter

When you are posessed by evil spirits, it is crafty manipulations that you follow; but when you are posessed by the Holy Spirit of God, it is wise discretions you pursue!

I slept and I dreamed that life is all joy. I woke and I saw that life is all service. I served and I saw that service is joy.

If someone thinks that peace and love are just a cliche that must have been left behind in the 60s, that's a problem. Peace and love are eternal.

Nothing is impossible, the word itself says 'I'm possible'!

We ought to do good to others as simply as a horse runs, or a bee makes honey, or a vine bears grapes season after season without thinking of the grapes it has borne.

With the growth of civilisation in Europe, and with the revival of letters and of science in the fourteenth and fifteenth centuries, the ethical and intellectual criticism of theology once more recomm...

So I close this long reflection on what I hope is a not-too-quaveringly semi-Semitic note. When I am at home, I will only enter a synagogue for the or of a friend's child, or in order to have a deba...

I enjoy looking at beautiful people, and I decided a while ago not to deny myself the simpler pleasures of existence.

Her eyes were of different colors, the left as brown as autumn, the right as gray as Atlantic wind. Both seemed alive with questions that would never be voiced, as if no words yet existed with which t...

Good for Christmas-time is the ruddy colour of the cloak in which--the tree making a forest of itself for her to trip through, with her basket--Little Red Riding-Hood comes to me one Christmas Eve to...