I think I'm as content as one can be.
In the mouth of Society are many diseased teeth, decayed to the bones of the jaws. But Society makes no effort to have them extracted and be rid of the affliction. It contents itself with gold fillings.
And ever has it been known that love knows not its own depth until the hour of separation.
One day you will ask me which is more important? My life or yours? I will say mine and you will walk away not knowing that you are my life.
Out of suffering have emerged the strongest souls; the most massive characters are seared with scars.
I deserted the world and sought solitude because I became tired of rendering courtesy to those multitudes who believe that humility is a sort of weakness, and mercy a kind of cowardice, and snobbery a form of strength.
To understand the heart and mind of a person, look not at what he has already achieved, but at what he aspires to.
Luck, bad if not good, will always be with us. But it has a way of favoring the intelligent and showing its back to the stupid.
Don't try to be perfect; just be an excellent example of being human.
Pegging your contentment to the overall state of the world rather than of your own life: the basis of morality, or a sort of madness?
We can preach the Gospel all day long, but that won't win souls. That won't win the hearts of the people. We can talk, try to theorize, theologize, reason, argue, debate, and spend time trying to prove that Jesus lived, but that won't win a heart. How often do we see the religious mindset that believes that the more Scripture quoting, the more yelling, the more hell fire and brimstone preaching, the greater the chance to win someone over for the Kingdom? Likewise, how often do we see people sitting or standing there listening in stone-cold silence or indifference?