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.
Three were the fates. Poverty that chains; gray drudgery that grinds the hope away, and gaping ignorance that starves the soul.
That in the human plan nothing is worth the making if it does not make the man.
Lincoln, the Man of the People
The thing that is incredible is life itself.
No soul can be forever banned, Eternally bereft, Whoever falls from God's right hand Is caught into his left.