He believed with all his heart that we should spend our lives in happiness and service, in joy and work, in kindness and in love, and he lived... and died... what he believed.

What is it that makes us who we are and what we are? Is it only our blood, the color of our hair, our skin, and our eyes? Or is it believing in what we believe and living the way we live?

There was no jealousy on the part of a new spouse over the love or affection a man or woman shared with a former spouse. It was considered a blessing to have had such loves in one's life.

You would destroy yourselves but He would be your savior.

Endurance is a good virtue.

do not misunderstand person by beauty You really do not know its real or Mask on dirty thoughts

they ask for water we give them seathey ask for bread we give them seathey ask for life we give them only the sea

She spoke perfect English, which led to considerable trouble. She couldn't understand us at all.

Dear Artificer, I’ve blown my quanta and gone to the Good Place!

Guard you thoughts as you would your wallet. Habit is stronger than reason.

Laws that discriminate validate other kinds of discrimination.

Love never claims, it ever gives.

It is 11 years since I have seen my figure in a glass [mirror]. The last reflection I saw there was so disagreeable I resolved to spare myself such mortification in the future.

The changes are part of my writing process. When I write, I imagine scenes. I write things down. I take photographs. I do some casting. I rewrite. It's a permanent making or remaking.

Gem of all joy, jasper of jocundity.