If we could read the secret history of our enemies we should find in each man's life sorrow and suffering enough to disarm all hostility.

If we could read the secret history of our enemies, we should find in each man's life sorrow and suffering enough to disarm all hostility

None but yourself who are your greatest foe.

In the End, we will remember not the words of our enemies, but the silence of our friends.

They, the holy ones and weakly, Who the cross of suffering bore, Folded their pale hands so meekly, Spake with us on earth no more!

Sorrow and silence are strong, and patient endurance is godlike.