There is a destiny which makes us brothers; none goes his way alone. All that we send into the lives of others comes back into our own.

The sequoias belong to the silences of the milleniums. Many of them have seen a hundred human generations rise, give off their little clamors and perish. They seem indeed to be forms of immortality standing here amoing the transitory shapes of time.

Here is the Truth in a little creed, Enough for all the roads we go: In Love is all the law we need, In Christ is all the God we know.

To throw oneself to the side of the oppressed is the only dignified thing to do in life.

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

He fed his spirit with the bread of books

Lincoln, the Man of the People