Self-pity is our worst enemy and if we yield to it, we can never do anything wise in this world.

Be not dumb, obedient slaves in an army of destruction. Be heroes in an army of construction.

Joy is the holy fire that keeps our purpose warm and our intelligence aglow.

This world is so full of care and sorrow that it is a gracious debt we owe to one another to discover the bright crystals of delight hidden in somber circumstances and irksome tasks.

My friends have made the story of my life. In a thousand ways they have turned my limitations into beautiful privileges.

The million little things that drop into your hands, The small opportunities each day brings, He leaves us free to use or abuse, And goes unchanging along His silent way

For my part, I wish, with Mr. Howells, that the literature of the past might be purged of all that is ugly and barbarous in it, although I should object as much as any one to having these great works weakened or falsified.