A thief is a man in need. A liar is a man in fear.

Love descends upon our souls by the will of God and not by the demand or the plea of the individual.

Who among you does not feel that his power to love is boundless? And yet who does not feel that very love, though boundless, encompassed within the center of his being, and moving not from love thought to love thought, nor from love deeds to other love deeds?

Half of what I say is meaningless; but I say it so that the other half may reach you.

You have been told that, even like a chain, you are as weak as your weakest link. This is but half the truth. You are also as strong as your strongest link. To measure you by your smallest deed is to reckon the power of ocean by the frailty of its foam. To judge you by your failures is to cast blame upon the seasons for their inconstancy.

But memory is an autumn leaf that murmurs a while in the wind and then is heard no more.

Out of suffering have emerged the strongest souls; the most massive characters are seared with scars.