Fear: the best way out is through.

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

I cannot but say a word and look my disapproval when I hear that my country is spending millions for war and war engines-more, I have heard, than twice as much as the entire public school system costs the nation.

As selfishness and complaint pervert the mind, so love with its joy clears and sharpens the vision.

The beginning of my life was simple and much like every other little life. I came, I saw, I conquered, as the first baby in the family always does.

The hands of those I meet are dumbly eloquent to me. The touch of some hands is an impertinence. I have met people so empty of joy, that when I clasped their frosty finger-tips, it seemed as if I were shaking hands with a northeast storm. Others there are whose hands have sunbeams in them, so that their grasp warms my heart. It may be only the clinging touch of a child's hand; but there is as much potential sunshine in it for me as there is in a loving glance for others. A hearty handshake or a friendly letter gives me genuine pleasure.

The power of effecting changes for the better is within ourselves, not in the favorableness of circumstances.