We have committed the Golden Rule to memory; let us now commit it to life.
Defeat may serve as well as victory to shake the soul and let the glory out.
By a divine paradox, wherever there is one slave there are two. So in the wonderful reciprocities of being, we can never reach the higher levels until all our fellows ascend with us.
A good action is never lost; it is a treasure laid up and guarded for the doer's need.
The crest and crowning of all good, Life's final star, is Brotherhood.
Bowed by the weight of centuries he leans upon his hoe and gazes on the ground, the emptiness of ages in his face, and on his back the burden of the world.