Pass no rash condemnation on other peoples words or actions.

Out of sight, out of mind. The absent are always in the wrong.

He who loves with purity considers not the gift of the lover, but the love of the giver.

A life without purpose is a languid, drifting thing; Every day we ought to review our purpose, saying to ourselves: This day let me make a sound beginning, for what we have hitherto done is naught!

If you want to learn something that will really help you, learn to see yourself as God sees you and not as you see yourself in the distorted mirror of your own self-importance.

To say that I am made in the image of God is to say that love is the reason for my existence, for God is love.

Purity and simplicity are the two wings with which man soars above the earth and all temporary nature.

Love feels no burden, regards not labors, strives toward more than it attains, argues not of impossibility, since it believes that it may and can do all things.

First keep peace with yourself, then you can also bring peace to others.

Don't think so much about who is for or against you, rather give all your care, that God be with you in everything you do.

Occasions do not make a man either strong or weak but they show what he is.

Toxemia. A word that starts so harsh and ends so gently.

We calculate the amount spent [by Brethren and other anti- Green groups] was between $500,000 and $1 million - that's a huge amount for a state election campaign in Tasmania.

Are we to go out with trumpets and tell everything we know, just because it is true? Is there not such a thing as egotistical truthfulness?

When the road gets dark - And you can no longer see - Just let my love throw a spark - And have a little faith in me.

We are the gods of the atoms that make up ourselves but we are also the atoms of the gods that make up the universe.

You find ways to push yourself into the sound through repetition. It doesn't stay the same. It morphs constantly.

I do not understand; I pause; I examine.

My father moved through theys of we, singing each new leaf out of each tree, (and every child was sure that spring danced when she heard my father sing).

I mean I certainly like when I'm like talking to people I'm like what did you think, what did you think, what did you think? You know that's always in the back of my head.

They know who keep a broken tryst, Till something from the Spring be missed We have not truly known the Spring.