The laws of changeless justice bind oppressor and oppressed; and, close as sin and suffering joined we march to fate abreast.

He is wisest, who only gives, True to himself, the best he can: Who drifting on the winds of praise, The inward monitor obeys. And with the boldness that confuses fear Takes in the crowded sail, and lets his conscience steer.

As a small businessperson, you have no greater leverage than the truth.

With our sympathy for the wrongdoer we need the old Puritan and Quaker hatred of wrongdoing; with our just tolerance of men and opinions a righteous abhorrence of sin.

Round the boles of the pine-wood the ground-laurel creeps, Unkissed of the sunshine, unbaptized of showers, With buds scarcely swelled, which should burst into flowers!

No longer forward or behind I look in hope or fear, But grateful, take the good I find, The best of now and here.

The good is always beautiful, the beautiful is good!