Hatred is like fire, it makes even light rubbish deadly.

O may I join the choir invisible of those immortal dead who live again in minds made better by their presence; live in pulses stirred to generosity, in deeds of daring rectitude, in scorn for miserable aims that end with self, in thoughts sublime that pierce the night like stars, and with their mild persistence urge men's search to vaster issues.

Pride only helps us to be generous; it never makes us so, any more than vanity makes us witty.

Character is not cut in marble - it is not something solid and unalterable. It is something living and changing, and may become diseased as our bodies do.

The important work of moving the world forward does not wait to be done by perfect men.

The intense happiness of our union is derived in a high degree from the perfect freedom with which we each follow and declare our own impressions.

Selfish— a judgment readily passed by those who have never tested their own power of sacrifice.