Bowed by the weight of centuries he leans upon his hoe and gazes on the ground, the emptiness of ages in his face, and on his back the burden of the world.

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

Yes, take a little time to play And look at life the other way. God rested when the world was made: Rest now, old friend; be not afraid. But think not that your work is over, That you are now a foot-free rover, A rambler upon idle ways, Whittling away the golden days. For in the road climb to the goal There's no long furlough for a soul. There's no long pause: on every height Another summit swims in sight. The long road rises, scene by scene, With little restings in between.

He fed his spirit with the bread of books

The crest and crowning of all good, life's final star, is Brotherhood.

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

The thing that is incredible is life itself.