My optimism is grounded in two worlds, myself and what is about me. I demand that the world be good, and lo, it obeys. I proclaim the world good, and facts range themselves to prove my proclamation overwhelmingly true.

It gives me a deep comforting sense that Things seen are temporal and things unseen are eternal.

Words are the mind's wings, are they not?

Instead of being satisfied to alleviate suffering, we shall labor hard and continually to prevent it.

I cannot but say a word and look my disapproval when I hear that my country is spending millions for war and war engines-more, I have heard, than twice as much as the entire public school system costs the nation.

I am a child of my generation, and I rejoice that I live in such splendidly disturbing times.

When one door of hapiness closes, another opens.