Every Human Being Is A Volume, Worthy

We Never Know A Greater Character Unless There Is In Ourselves Something Congenial To It.

Did Any Man At His Death Ever Regret His Conflicts With Himself, His Victories Over Appetite, His Scorn Of Impure Pleasure, Or His Sufferings For Righteousness' Sake?

Mistakes And Errors Are The Discipline Through Which We Advance.

Perhaps In Our Presence, The Most Heroic Deed On Earth Is Done In Some Silent Spirit, The Loftiest Purpose Cherished, The Most Generous Sacrifice Made, And We Do Not Suspect It. I Believe This Greatness To Be Most Common Among The Multitude, Whose Names Are Never Heard.

I Am A Living Member Of The Great Family Of All Souls; And I Cannot Improve Or Suffer Myself, Without Diffusing Good Or Evil Around Me Through An Ever-enlarging Sphere. I Belong To This Family. I Am Bound To It By Vital Bonds.