Lots of people think they’re charitable if they give away their old clothes and things they don’t want.

I’ve always thought my flowers had souls.

The things that are ours cannot be given away, or taken away, or lost. We break our hearts, all of us, trying to keep things that do not belong to us – and to which we have no right.

When things hurt us, we’re merely on our way to another spiritual environment.

If we all tried to make other people’s paths easy, our own feet would have a smooth even place to walk on.

There is always one way to make anybody do anything – the trouble is to find it.

It is personal vanity of the most flagrant type which intrudes itself, unasked, into other people’s affairs. There are few of us who do not feel capable of ordering the daily lives of others, down to the most minute detail.

A man says: “I love you – will you marry me?” What he really means is: “Will you come to look after my house, do my mending, bear my children, bring them up, cook for me when necessary, and see that the plumbing is in perfect order? I shall give you board and clothes, though you may have to speak several times about the clothes, and an occasional pat on the cheek.

Silence always gives consent...

There is only one path which leads to the house of forgiveness – that of understanding.