Let us live for the beauty of our own reality.

A book reads the better which is our own, and has been so long known to us, that we know the topography of its blots, and dog's ears, and can trace the dirt in it to having read it at tea with buttered muffins.

Let us make our future now, and let us make our dreams tomorrow's reality.

But let us not too hastily triumph in the shame of Sparta, lest we aggravate our own condemnation.

If we are not our brother's keeper, at least let us not be his executioner.

Let us fill our hearts with our own compassion - towards ourselves and towards all living beings.