Never bend your head. Always hold it high. Look the world straight in the eye.

Christmas Day is the festival of optimism.

More than at any other time, when I hold a beloved book in my hand my limitations fall from me, my spirit is free.

Our beloved ones have not 'gone to a far country.' It is only the veil of sense that separates them from us, and even that veil grows thin when our thoughts reach out to them.

As the eagle was killed by the arrow winged with his own feather, so the hand of the world is wounded by its own skill.

All truth goes through three stages. First it is ridiculed. Then it is violently opposed. Finally, it is accepted as self-evident. Facts are stubborn, and refusal to accept them does not avoid their inexorable effects-the tragic consequences are now upon us

A child must feel the flush of victory and the heart-sinking of disappointment before he takes with a will to the tasks distasteful to him and resolves to dance his way through a dull routine of textbooks.