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

By a divine paradox, wherever there is one slave there are two. So in the wonderful reciprocities of being, we can never reach the higher levels until all our fellows ascend with us.

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

He fed his spirit with the bread of books

By a divine paradox, wherever there is one slave there are two

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.

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