A child sees everything, looks straight at it, examines it, without any preconceived idea...

When Love and Life first meet, a radiant thing is born, without a shade. When the roads begin to roughen, when the shades begin to darken, when the days are hard, and the nights cold and long – then it begins to change.

For a little sould that cries oout aloud for continued personal existence for itseld and its beloved, there is no help. For the sould which know itself no more as a unit, but as part of the Universal Unit of which the Beloved also is part; which feels within itself the throb of the Universal Life; for that soul there is not death.

Power! Did you ever hear of men being asked whether other souls should have power or not? It is born in them.

The bees are very attentive to the flowers until their honey is done, and then they fly over them. I don’t know if the flowers feel grateful to the bees, they are great fools if they do.

One has no right to form ideals of people, and then, because they don’t justify them, become bitter.

The meanest girl who dances and dresses becomes something higher when her children look up into her face and ask her questions. It is the only education we have and which they cannot take from us.

I am always thirsting for beautiful, beautiful, beautiful music. I wish I could make it. Perhaps there isn’t any music on earth like what I picture to myself.

I am not in so great a hurry to put my neck beneath any man’s foot; and I do not so greatly admire the crying of babies.

Why hate, and struggle, and fight? Let is be as it would.