Only the soul that knows the mighty grief can know the mighty rapture. Sorrows come to stretch out spaces in the heart for joy.

For all your days be prepared, and meet them ever alike. When you are the anvil, bear - when you are the hammer, strike.

At the heart of the cyclone tearing the sky And flinging the cloud and the towers by, Is a place of central calm: So here in the roar of mortal things, I have a place where my spirit sings, In the hollow of God's Palm.

He fed his spirit with the bread of books

We have committed the Golden Rule to memory; let us now commit it to life.

Sorrows come to stretch out places in the heart for joy.

Choices are the hinges of destiny.