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.

There is no true liberty for the individual except as he finds it in the liberty of all. There is no true security for the individual except as he finds it in the security for all.

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

Three were the fates. Poverty that chains; gray drudgery that grinds the hope away, and gaping ignorance that starves the soul.

Choices are the hinges of destiny.

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

In vain we build the city if we do not first build the man.