Through strife the slumbering soul awakes, We learn on error's troubled route The truths we could not prize without The sorrow of our sad mistakes.

Say you are well, or all is well with you, and God shall hear your words and make them true.

There is no thing we cannot overcome Say not thy evil instinct is inherited, Or that some trait inborn makes thy whole life forlorn, And calls down punishment that is not merited.

There is no language that love does not speak.

It is time that outraged public sentiment cry out in detestation of the outrages committed in the name of religion.

God, what a world, if men in street and mart felt that same kinship of the human heart which makes them, in the face of fire and flood, rise to the meaning of true brotherhood.

The art of being kind is all the world needs.