A letter depends on how you read it, a melody on how you sing it.
Don't look up to heaven, for what will you see in the sky, except stars, luminous but cold, wholly insensitive to pity?
In the second and third exiles we have served as a living protest against greed and hate, against physical force, against "might makes right"!
At the Throne of Glory it is not the nobly-born that are beloved, but the nobly-risen.
Prosperity may be found in small as in big business.
The worst dog gets the best bone.