The only moral virtue of war is that it compels the capitalist system to look itself in the face and admit it is a fraud. It compels the present society to admit that it has no morals it will not sacrifice for gain.

Deep, solemn optimism, it seems to me, should spring from this firm belief in the presence of God in the individual; not a remote, unapproachable governor of the universe, but a God who is very near every one of us, who is present not only in earth, sea and sky, but also in every pure and noble impulse of our hearts.

I long to accomplish a great and noble task, but it is my chief duty to accomplish small tasks as if they were great and noble.

Optimism, then, is a fact within my own heart. But as I look out upon life, my heart meets no contradiction. The outward world justifies my inward universe of good.

Surely there is no road of effort so steep but a loving deed may soften its hardshness.

Love is like a beautiful flower which I may not touch, but whose fragrance makes the garden a place of delight just the same.

There is no better way to thank God for your sight than by giving a helping hand to someone in the dark.