Joan was a being so uplifted from the ordinary run of mankind that she finds no equal in a thousand years. She embodied the natural goodness and valour of the human race in unexampled perfection. Unconquerable courage, infinite compassion, the virtue of the simple, the wisdom of the just, shone forth in her. She glorifies as she freed the soil from which she sprang.

There is not enough love and goodness in the world to permit giving any of it away to imaginary beings.

The topic of compassion is not at all religious business; it is important to know it is human business, it is a question of human survival.

We can live without religion and meditation, but we cannot survive without human affection.

The purpose of life is to bring forth goodness. Now, in this life.

I love the idea of the teachings of Jesus Christ and the beautiful stories about it, which I loved in Sunday school and I collected all the little stickers and put them in my book. But the reality is that organised religion doesn't seem to work. It turns people into hateful lemmings and it's not really compassionate.