Our lives are shaped by those who love us as well as those who refuse to love us.

Love is a medicine for the sickness of the world; a prescription often given, too rarely taken.

Once asked what action he would recommend if a person were to feel a nervous breakdown coming on: Lock up your house, go across the railroad tracks, and find someone in need and do something for him.

Set up as an ideal the facing of reality as honestly and as cheerfully as possible.

What the teacher is, is more important than what he teaches.

The friends who listen to us are the ones we move toward, and we want to sit in their radius.

Unrest of spirit is a mark of life.