Labor, with its coarse raiment and its bare right arm, has gone forth in the earth, achieving the truest conquests and rearing the most durable monuments. It has opened the domain of matter and the empire of the mind. The wild beast has fled before it, and the wilderness has fallen back.... its triumphal march is the progress of civilization.

Goodness consists not in the outward things we do, but in the inward thing we are.

Death is the condition of higher and more fruitful life.

It is not enjoined upon us to forget, but we are told to forgive, our enemies.

Life is a crucible. We are thrown into it and tried.

Do not ask if a man has been through college; ask if a college has been through him; if he is a walking university.

Morality is but the vestibule of religion.