To cease to love -- that is defeat.
Defeat furnishes good material to the poets and the artists, but none of us care to have the glory of the conquered apply to us.
There is good and there is bad in every human heart, and it is the struggle of life to conquer the bad with the good.
Seems nothing draws men together like killing other men.
Resentment opens no door and breeds no courage.
The facts of another's life do not illumine. Only when we know the heart can we know that life. Only the feeling that made the days can light them.