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.

Oft when the white, still dawn lifted the skies and pushed the hills apart, I have felt it like a glory in my heart.

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

At the heart of the cyclone tearing the sky is a place of central calm.

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

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

It is better to rust out than wear out.