Sorrow Makes Us All Children Again.

Our Globe Discovers Its Bidden Virtues, Not Only In Heroes And Arch-angels, But In Gossips And Nurses.

When It Is Darkest, We Can See The Stars.

When A Man Becomes A Conformist, He Is Sacrificing The Richness Of Independent Thinking.

Neither You Nor The World Knows What You Can Do Until You Have Tried.

Nature Is What You May Do. There Is Much You May Not Do.