In joined hands there is still some token of hope, in the clenched fist none.

The beautiful has but one type, the ugly has a thousand.

If people did not love one another, I really don't see what use there would be in having any spring.

Men become accustomed to poison by degrees.

A doctor’s door should never be closed, a priest's door should always be open.

There is but one way of refusing To-morrow, that is to die.

We teachers make the road, others will make the journey.