Peace is the wait of the patient soul.

Brown people and black people and red people swarmed through our great halls, until those who were white looked simply faded-out human beings beside them. Indeed, I came to see that white is not a color in skin any more than in textiles, and if it had not quality, it had no value even for humanity. I saw that color in skin had a certain advantage in strength and warmth as a means of beauty.

If the physical perfection of childhood could last, what a possesssion it would be for humanity!

Poor, successful, fallible Republican party! If it could only have kept the purity of the patriot impulse of which it was born!

perpetuity in a home is a blanket for the cold years that come with age.

Peace is the wait of the patient soul.

Blessed be those souls who are glad! They are a salve for sorrow and fatigue. A sun in days of darkness, a joy in sorrow, a ray of heaven shining through the uncertainness of earth.