For thought is a bird of space, that in a cage of words may indeed unfold its wings but cannot fly.
And alone and without his nest shall the Eagle fly across the sun.
I have learned silence from the talkative, toleration from the intolerant, and kindness from the unkind; yet, strange, I am ungrateful to those teachers.
Love one another, but make not a bond of love.
Some of our children are our justifications and some are but our regrets
The voice of life in me cannot reach the ear of life in you; but let us talk that we may not feel lonely.