Every worthy act is difficult. Ascent is always difficult. Descent is easy and often slippery.
Love transcends all animosity and is never partial.
I have always felt that the true text-book for the pupil is his teacher
Liberty and democracy become unholy when their hands are dyed red with innocent blood.
Is not labour, like learning, its own reward?
One's own religion is after all a matter between oneself and one's Maker and no one else's.