I am in the world feeling my way to light "amid the encircling gloom."

I am a humble but very earnest seeker after truth.

He is lost who is possessed by carnal desire.

I claim to be a simple individual liable to err like any other fellow mortal. I own, however, that I have humility enough in me to confess my errors and to retrace my steps.

It is not possible to conceive gods inhabiting a land which is made hideous by the smoke and din of mill chimneys and factories and whose roadways are traversed by rushing engines dragging numerous cars crowded with men mostly who know not what they are after.

God cannot be realized through the intellect. Intellect can lead one to a certain extent and no further. It is a matter of faith and experience derived from that faith.

Man is supposed to be the maker of his destiny. It is only partly true. He can make his destiny, only in so far as he is allowed by the Great Power.

It may be possible to gild pure gold, but who can make his mother more beautiful?

We may stumble and fall, but shall rise again; it should be enough if we did not run away from the battle.

No cutting off of heads becomes necessary in the presence of a living Demos.