Instead of comparing our lot with that of those who are more fortunate than we are, we should compare it with the lot of the great majority of our fellow men. It then appears that we are among the privileged.

When one door closes, another one opens, but sometimes we wait too long looking at the closed door, and never realize that another door has been opened.

Faith is a mockery if it does not teach us that we can build a more complete and beautiful world.

I will eat grandfather for dinner.

Is love the sweetness of flowers?

I look upon the whole world as my fatherland, and every war has to me the horror of a family feud.

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.