keep fresh before me the moments of my high resolve.
Christmas is a mood, a quality, a symbol. It is never merely a fact.
A dream is the bearer of a new possibility, the enlarged horizon, the great hope.
Fate is the raw materials of experience. They come uninvited and often unanticipated. Destiny is what a man does with these raw materials.
Growth always involves the risk of failure.
If a man knows precisely what he can do to you or what epithet he can hurl against you in order to make you lose your temper, your equilibrium, then he can always keep you under subjection.