It's easy finding reasons why other folks should be patient.

Each thought is a nail that is driven In structures that cannot decay; And the mansion at last will be given To us as we build it each day.

There's folks 'ud hold a sieve under the pump and expect to carry away the water.

We are all of us imaginative in some form or other, for images are the brood of desire.

There is only one failure in life possible, and that is not to be true to the best one knows.

There is much pain that is quite noiseless; and vibrations that make human agonies are often a mere whisper in the roar of hurrying existence. There are glances of hatred that stab and raise no cry of murder; robberies that leave man or woman for ever beggared of peace and joy, yet kept secret by the sufferer --committed to no sound except that of low moans in the night, seen in no writing except that made on the face by the slow months of suppressed anguish and early morning tears. Many an inherited sorrow that has marred a life has been breathed into no human ear.

There is nothing I should care more to do, if it were possible, than to rouse the imagination of men and women to a vision of human claims in those races of their fellow-men who most differ from them in customs and beliefs.