What we have once enjoyed we can never lose. All that we love deeply becomes a part of us.

We bereaved are not alone. We belong to the largest company in all the world--the company of those who have known suffering.

Words are the mind's wings, are they not?

The heresy of one age becomes the orthodoxy of the next. Mere tolerance has given place to a sentiment of brotherhood between sincere men of all denominations.

We should not think of conversion as the acceptance of a particular creed, but as a change of heart.

We can drift along with general opinion and tradition, or we can throw ourselves upon the guidance of the soul within and steer courageously toward truth... We have a choice in every event and every limitation and....to choose is to create.

What really counts in life is the quiet meeting of every difficulty with the determination to get out of it all the good there is.