I show you doubt, to prove that faith exists.

Are there not, dear Michael, Two points in the adventure of the diver,- One, when a beggar he prepares to plunge; One, when a prince he rises with his pearl? Festus, I plunge.

Imperfection means perfection hid.

Love, hope, fear, faith - these make humanity; These are its sign and note and character.

We mortals cross the ocean of this world Each in his average cabin of a life; The bests not big, the worst yields elbowroom.

Aspire, break bounds. Endeavor to be good, and better still, best.

Our aspirations are our responsibilities.