To sin by silence, when they should protest, makes cowards of men.

There are ghosts in the room. As I sit here alone, from the dark corners there They come out of the gloom, And they stand at my side and they lean on my chair.

God sent us here to make mistakes

The truest greatness lies in being kind, the truest wisdom in a happy mind.

Trust in your own untried capacity.

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.

That each sorrow has its purpose, By the sorrowing oft unguessed, But as sure as the sun brings morning, Whatever is-is best.