O may I join the choir invisible Of those immortal dead who live again In minds made better by their presence; live In pulses stirred to generosity, In deeds of daring rectitude...
What do we live for, if it is not to make life less difficult for each other?
The responsibility of tolerance lies with those who have the wider vision.
The strongest principle of growth lies in the human choice.
The sons of Judah have to choose that God may again choose them. The divine principle of our race is action, choice, resolved memory.
When death comes it is never our tenderness that we repent from, but our severity.
