I believe war is the inevitable fruit of our economic system.

Few pleasures there are indeed without an aftertouch of pain, but that is the preservation which keeps them sweet.

What do I consider a teacher should be? One who breathes life into knowledge so that it takes new form in progress and civilization.

Once I knew the depth where no hope was and darkness lay on the face of all things. Then love came and set my soul free. Once I fretted and beat myself against the wall that shut me in. My life was without a past or future, and death a consummation devoutly to be wished. But a little word from the fingers of another fell into my hands that clutched at emptiness, and my heart leaped up with the rapture of living. I do not know the meaning of the darkness, but I have learned the overcoming of it.

It gives me a deep comforting sense that Things seen are temporal and things unseen are eternal.

I wonder what becomes of lost opportunities? Perhaps our guardian angel gathers them up as we drop them, and will give them back to us in the beautiful sometime when we have grown wiser, and learned how to use them rightly.

I never fight, except against difficulties.