Time is a river...and books are boats. Many volumes start down that stream, only to be wrecked and lost beyond recall in its sands. Only a few, a very few, endure the testings of time and live to bless the ages following.

Men build too many walls and not enough bridges.

People are lonely because they build walls instead of bridges.

A duty dodged is like a debt unpaid; it is only deferred, and we must come back and settle the account at last.

We cannot tell what may happen to us in the strange medley of life. But we can decide what happens in us -- how we can take it, what we do with it -- and that is what really counts in the end. How to take the raw stuff of life and make it a thing of worth and beauty -- that is the test of living.

Belief is a truth held in the mind; faith is a fire in the heart.