Let us try what love will do.
If it be an evil to judge rashly or untruly any single man, how much a greater sin it is to condemn a whole people.
You are now fixed at the mercy of no governor that comes to make his fortune great; you shall be governed by laws of your own making and live a free, and if you will, a sober and industrious life. I shall not usurp the right of any, or oppress his person. God has furnished me with a better resolution and has given me his grace to keep it.
A wise neuter joins with neither, but uses both as his honest interest leads him.
Between a man and his wife nothing ought to rule but love. Authority is for children and servants, yet not without sweetness.
For death is no more than turning us over from time to eternity.
Death then, being the way and condition of life, we cannot love to live if we cannot bear to die.
Here is the answer which I will give to President Roosevelt. Give us the tools, and we will finish the job.
The reason why men do not obey us is because they see the mud at the bottom of our eye.
I thus free myself from the illness of ego-clinging.
What, then, is the true Gospel of consistency? Change. Who is the really consistent man? The man who changes. Since change is the law of his being, he cannot be consistent if he stick in a rut.
I am not an optimist, but a great believer of hope.
It’s easier to hold onto your own stereotypes and misconceptions, it makes you feel justified in your own ignorance. That’s America. So the challenge for us is, are we ready for change?
Love of beauty is taste. The creation of beauty is art.
The brave man is not he who does not feel afraid, but he who conquers that fear.
You are alive, so be fully alive.
How can you dare teach a man to read until you’ve taught him everything else first?
The wise man in the storm prays to God, not for safety from danger, but for deliverance from fear.
Virtue is like a rich stone, best plain set.
The hour of departure has arrived and we go our ways; I to die, and you to live. Which is better? Only God knows.
When you cease to make a contribution, you begin to die.
In the arts of life man invents nothing; but in the arts of death he outdoes Nature herself, and produces by chemistry and machinery all the slaughter of plague, pestilence, and famine.
