If all the skies were sunshine Our faces would be fain To feel once more upon them The cooling splash of rain. If all the world were music, Our hearts would often long For one sweet strain of silence, To break the endless song If life were always merry, Our souls would seek relief, And rest from weary laughter In the quiet arms of grief.

A peace that depends on fear is nothing but a suppressed war.

In the progress of personality, first comes a declaration of independence, then a recognition of interdependence.

The strength of your life is measured by the strength of your will.

A clean and sensitive conscience, a steady and scrupulous integrity in small things as well as large, is the most valuable of all possessions, to a nation as to an individual.

What you possess in the world will be found at the day of your death to belong to someone else. But what you are will be yours forever.

For those who love... time is eternity.