The life of a man consists not in seeing visions and in dreaming dreams, but in active charity and in willing service.

Our hearts, our hopes, our prayers, our tears, our faith triumphant o’er our fears, are all with thee – are all with thee!

See yonder little cloud, that, borne aloft So tenderly by the wind, floats fast away Over the snowy peaks!

Not in the clamor of the crowded street, not in the shouts and plaudits of the throng, but in ourselves, are triumph and defeat.

Look upon the errors of others in sorrow, not in anger.

Thinking the deed, and not the creed, Would help us in our utmost need.

To be seventy years old is like climbing the Alps. You reach a snow-crowned summit, and see behind you the deep valley stretching miles and miles away, and before you other summits higher and whiter, which you may have strength to climb, or may not. Then you sit down and meditate and wonder which it will be.