There are confessable agonies, sufferings of which one can positively be proud. Of bereavement, of parting, of the sense of sin and the fear of death the poets have eloquently spoken. They command the world's sympathy. But there are also discreditable anguishes, no less excruciating than the others, but of which the sufferer dare not, cannot speak. The anguish of thwarted desire, for example.

Folly is often more cruel in the consequences than malice can be in the intent.

But the nature of the universe is such that ends can never justify means. On the contrary, the means always determine the end.

Grace is always sufficient, provided we are ready to cooperate with it.

We live together, we act on, and react to one another; but always, and in all circumstances, we are by ourselves.

Teaching is the last refuge of feeble minds with a classical education.

Can we unite against ourselves for our own higher interest?