The Tragedy Of Life Is

Every Noble Work Is At First Impossible.

The Battle That Never Ends Is The Battle Of Belief Against Disbelief

There Is A Perennial Nobleness, And Even Sacredness, In Work. Were He Never So Benighted, Forgetful Of His High Calling, There Is Always Hope In A Man That Actually And Earnestly Works: In Idleness Alone There Is Perpetual Despair.

One Seems To Believe Almost All That They Believe; And When They Stop Short And Call It A Religion, And You Pass On, And Call It Only A Reminiscence Of One, Should You Not Part With The Kiss Of Peace?

The Courage We Desire And Prize Is Not The Courage To Die Decently, But To Live Manfully.