Doing good to others is not a duty. It is a joy, for it increases your own health and happiness.

Turn yourself not away from three best things: Good Thought, Good Word, and Good Deed.

With an open mind, seek and listen to all the highest ideals. Consider the most enlightened thoughts. Then choose your path, person by person, each for oneself.

One good deed is worth a thousand prayers.

Happiness comes to them who bring happiness to others.

A reflective, contented mind is the best possession.

If one would have a friend, then must one also be willing to wage war for him: and in order to wage war, one must be capable of being an enemy.

One need not scale the heights of the heavens, nor travel along the highways of the world to find Ahura Mazda. With purity of mind and holiness of heart one can find Him in one's own heart.

Excessive liberty and excessive servitude are equally dangerous, and produce nearly the same effect.

War and courage have done more great things than charity. Not your sympathy, but your bravery has saved the unfotunate.

That which is good for all and any one, For whomsoever- that is good for me. . . What I hold good for self, I should for all. Only Law Universal is true law.

The people one loves should take all their things with them when they die.

You will never understand the real definition of insanity until the day you are told it is unreasonable for you to feel hurt by the very people that hurt you.

There is one thing in life that you can always rely on: life being as it is.

Also, everyone thinks they know Candide - you hear people described as 'Panglossian'. So if Candide appears on a poster, it feels familiar.

Simply to endure is to triumph.

When you repeat a mistake, it is not a mistake anymore: it is a decision.

The Mass is the most perfect form of prayer.

Success is nothing more than living your life according to your own truth and your own terms.

I think anybody who was ever saddened by a movie theater closing would be able to understand this film [Aquarius].

How old are you?” “Seventeen,” he answered promptly. “And how long have you been seventeen?” His lips twitched as he stared at the road. “A while,” he admitted at last.