the one universal form of art is music.

Occasionally the impossible happens; this is a truism that accounts for much of what we call good luck; and also, bad.

Every generation proclaims that each must lead his own life, but seldom grants the subsequent generation the right to lead theirs.

The shadow of fear and uncertainty lies over most of us; for us the future seems far from being as clear and open as we believed it would be.

Men's private self-worlds are rather like our geographical world's seasons, storm, and sun, deserts, oases, mountains and abysses, the endless-seeming plateaus, darkness and light, and always the sowing and the reaping.

Most of us forget to take time for wonder, praise and gratitude until it is almost too late. Gratitude is a many-colored quality, reaching in all directions. It goes out for small things and for large; it is a God-ward going.

Faith is the spiritual house in which we live.