We convince by our presence.

O joy of suffering! To struggle against great odds! to meet enemies undaunted! To be entirely alone with them! to find how much one can stand! To look strife, torture, prison, popular odium, death, face to face! To mount the scaffold! to advance to the muzzles of guns with perfect nonchalance! To be indeed a God!

I see that I am to wait for what will be exhibited by death.

I am as bad as the worst, but, thank God, I am as good as the best.

In all people I see myself - none more, and not one a barleycorn less; And the good or bad I say of myself, I say of them.

I am larger, better than I thought; I did not know I held so much goodness.

Have you not learned the most in your life from those with whom you disagreed - those who saw it differently from you?