If your heart is a volcano, how shall you expect flowers to bloom?
Of life's two chief prizes, beauty and truth; I found the first in a loving heart and the second in a laborer's hand.
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.
Life without freedom is like a body without a soul, and freedom without thought is like a confused spirit…
When you are sorrowful look again in your heart, and you shall see that in truth you are weeping for that which has been your delight.