Let yourself become living poetry.

Set your life on fire. Seek those who fan your flames.

Laugh as much as you breathe. Love as long as you live.

Run from what’s comfortable. Forget safety. Live where you fear to live. Destroy your reputation. Be notorious. I have tried prudent planning long enough. From now on I’ll be mad.

Life is balance of holding on and letting go.

Let silence take you to the core of life.

Knock, and He’ll open the door. Vanish, and He’ll make you shine like the sun. Fall, and He’ll raise you to the heavens. Become nothing, and He’ll turn you into everything.

There is a loneliness more precious than life. There is a freedommore precious than the world. Infinitely more precious than life and the world is that moment when one is alone with God.

To become spiritual, you must die to self, and come alive in the Lord. Only then will the mysteries of God fall from your lips. To die to self through self-discipline causes suffering but brings you everlasting life.

Love is the water of life. Everything other than love for the most beautiful God is agony of the spirit, though it be sugar-eating. What is agony of the spirit? To advance toward death without seizing hold of the water of life.

Love is the water of life, jump into this water.

Be a lamp, or a lifeboat, or a ladder. Help someone’s soul heal. Walk out of your house like a shepherd.

Wisdom tells us we are not worthy; love tells us we are. My life flows between the two.

Be a lamp, or a lifeboat, or a ladder. Help someone’s soul heal. Walk out of your house like a shepherd.

There is a life-force within your soul, seek that life. There is a gem in the mountain of your body, seek that mine. O traveller, if you are in search of that, don’t look outside, look inside yourself and seek that.

Set your life on fire. Seek those who fan your flames.

Commit yourself to the noble struggle for human rights. You will make a greater person of yourself, a greater nation of your country and a finer world to live in.

 At times, life is hard, as hard as crucible steel. It has its bleak and painful moments. Like the ever flowing water of a river, life has its moments of drought and its moments of flood.

What good does it do to sit at the counter when you cannot afford a hamburger?

Property is intended to serve life, and no matter how much we surround it with rights and respect, it has no personal being. It is part of the earth man walks on. It is not man.

One of the great tragedies of life is that men seldom bridge the gulf between practice and profession, between doing and saying.

A productive and happy life is not something you find; it is something you make.

The quality, not the longevity, of one’s life is what is important.

Life’s most persistent and urgent question is, ‘What are you doing for others?’