It is the still, small voice that the soul heeds, not the deafening blasts of doom.

Each one of us must suffer long to himself before he can learn that he is but one in a great community of wretchedness which has been pitilessly repeating itself from the foundation of the world.

Inequality is as dear to the American heart as liberty itself.

It is the still, small voice that the soul heeds, not the deafening blasts of doom.

I know, indeed, of nothing more subtly satisfying and cheering than a knowledge of the real good will and appreciation of others. Such happiness does not come with money, nor does it flow from fine physical state. It cannot be brought. But it is the keenest joy, after all; and the toiler's truest and best reward.

The secret of the man who is universally interesting is that he is universally interested.

The difficulty is to know conscience from self-interest.