My share of the work may be limited, but the fact that it is work makes it precious.

Self-pity is our worst enemy and if we yield to it, we can never do anything wise in this world.

No loss by flood and lightning, no destruction of cities and temples by the hostile forces of nature, has deprived man of so many noble lives and impulses as those which his intolerance has destroyed.

I grow more and more suspicious of the political powers that take men away from their work and set them shooting one another.

There is joy in self-forgetfulness. So I try to make the light in others' eyes my sun, the music in others' ears my symphony, the smile on others' lips my happiness.

Truly I have looked in the very heart of darkness and refused to yield to its paralyzing influence, but in spirit I am one of those who walk the morning.

Only in quietness do we possess our own minds and discover the resources of the Inner Life.