If men will not act for themselves, what will they do when the benefit of their effort is for all?
Souls are made of dawn-stuff and starshine.
Our finest flowers are often weeds transplanted.
When on the brink of complete discouragement, success is discerning that...the line between failure and success is so fine that often a single extra effort is all that is needed to bring victory out of defeat.
We never ask God to forgive anybody except when we haven't.
The ineffable joy of forgiving and being forgiven forms an ecstasy that might well arouse the envy of the gods.