Hold out your hands to feel the luxury of the sunbeams.

There is a dangerous optimism of ignorance and indifference.

I have an unshakable belief that mankind's higher nature is on the whole still dormant. The greatest souls reveal excellencies of mind and heart which their lesser fellows possess-hidden, it is true, but there all the same.

Of all the senses, sight must be the most delightful.

We the living, should not think of the dead as lonely because if they could speak to us, they would say: "Do not weep for me, earth was not my true country, I was an alien there: I am at Home where everyone comes."

The heart of a friend gives out sufficient light for us in the dark to rise by.

The heresy of one age becomes the orthodoxy of the next.