The End Is Inherent In The Means.

All Have Not The Same Capacity. I Would Allow A Man Of Intellect To Earn More, I Would Not Cramp His Talent.

As Soon As We Lose The Moral Basis, We Cease To Be Religious. There Is No Such Thing As Religion Over-riding Morality.

It Will Profit You Nothing To Remember Old Wrongs And Nurse Old Enmities.

I Am A Poor Mendicant. My Earthly Possessions Consist Of Six Spinning Wheels, Prison Dishes, A Can Of Goat's Milk, Six Homespun Loincloths And Towels And My Reputation, Which Cannot Be Worth Much.

It Is Not That I Do Not Get Angry. I Don't Give Vent To My Anger. I Cultivate The Quality Of Patience As Angerlessness, And Generally Speaking, I Succeed. But I Only Control My Anger When It Comes. How I Find It Possible To Control It Would Be A Useless Question, For It Is A Habit That Everyone Must Cultivate And Must Succeed In Forming By Constant Practice.