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

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

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.

We are all blind until we see That in the human plan Nothing is worth the making If it does not make the man. Why build these cities glorious If man unbuilded goes? We build the world in vain Unless the builders also grow.

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.

I fear the vermin that shall undermineSenate and citadel and school and shrine.