If your heart is a volcano, how shall you expect flowers to bloom?
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.
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.
What difference does it make, whether you live in a big city or in a community of homes? The real life is within.
Life without freedom is like a body without a soul, and freedom without thought is like a confused spirit…