Heaven, they say, protects children, sailors, and drunken men; and whatever answers to Heaven in the academical system protects freshmen.

From behind the shadow of the still small voice — more awful than tempest or earthquake — more sure and persistent than day and night — is always sounding full of hope and strength to the weariest of us all, Be of good cheer, I have overcome the world.

Blessed are they who have the gift of making friends,for it is one of God's best gifts.

Remember there's always a voice saying the right thing to you somewhere if you'll only listen for it.

I want to leave behind me the name of a fellow who never bullied a little boy, or turned his back on a big one.

At that moment his soul is fuller of the tomb and him who lies there than of the altar and Him of whom it speaks. Such stages have to be gone through, I believe, by all young and brave souls, who must win their way through hero-worship to the worship of Him who is the King and Lord of heroes.

Be of good cheer, I have overcome the world.