I love you when you bow in your mosque, kneel in your temple, pray in your church. For you and I are sons of one religion, and it is the spirit.

To belittle, you have to be little.

You talk when you cease to be at peace with your thoughts.

Your soul is oftentimes a battlefield, upon your reason and your judgment wage war against your passion and your appetite.

He who is more mindful of one, loses the love and the faith of both.

As the strings of a lute are apart though they quiver the same music.

Love one another, but make not a bond of love:Let it rather be a moving sea between the shores of your souls.

And think not you can direct the course of love, for love, if it finds you worthy, directs your course.

You give but little when you give of your possessions.It is when you give of yourself that you truly give.

Beauty is eternity gazing at itself in a mirror.But you are eternity and you are the mirror.

No man can reveal to you aught but that which already lies half asleep in the dawning of your knowledge.

We must be grateful every time we witness a new morning, feel the touch of a loved one, or are blessed with the briefest sound of life.

When we were children we were grateful to those who filled our stockings at Christmas time. Why are we not grateful to God for filling our stockings with legs?

To be stupid and selfish and to have good health are the three requirements for happiness. Though if stupidity is lacking, the others are useless.

When you're playing a character who's cruel, look for the places where he's kind. When you're playing a character who is unhappy, look for the places where he has a glint of merriment.

If you are not guided by God, you will be guided by something or someone else.

Barmaid, bring a pitcher, another round of brew. Honey, why don't we get drunk and screw?

In God's name let us go on bravely.

The thing I would like to do most is to find somehow to bring peace to the world. It has eluded me.

It's hard for me to imagine why a church that has younger members wouldn't have a blog component.

I love my mom. And this time, I told her I loved her. And she told me she loved me, too. And things were okay for a little while.