I find that fact and fancy look alike across the years that link the past with the present.

How spiritually blind are men that they fail to see that we are bound together. We rise or fall together; we are dwarfed or godlike, free or chained, together.

Although the world is full of suffering, it is full also of the overcoming of it. My optimism, then, does not rest on the absence of evil, but on a glad belief in the preponderance of good and a willing effort always to cooperate with the good, that it may prevail.

Happiness is a state of mind, and depends very little on outward circumstances.

As the eagle was killed by the arrow winged with his own feather, so the hand of the world is wounded by its own skill.

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.

Great poetry needs no interpreter other than a responsive heart.