There's only one story, the story of your life.

Be not dumb, obedient slaves in an army of destruction. Be heroes in an army of construction.

So much has been given me I have no time to ponder over that which has been denied.

I wonder what becomes of lost opportunities? Perhaps our guardian angel gathers them up as we drop them, and will give them back to us in the beautiful sometime when we have grown wiser, and learned how to use them rightly.

I prefer to stroll which has a buddy at nighttime, than by itself inside the light.

Until the great mass of the people shall be filled with the sense of responsibility for each other's welfare, social justice can never be attained.

Hold out your hands to feel the luxury of the sunbeams.