Your daily life is your temple and your religion.
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.
If you love somebody, let them go, for if they return, they were always yours. If they don't, they never were.
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.