Sorrows Come To Stretch Out Places In

The Crest And Crowning Of All Good, Life's Final Star, Is Brotherhood.

Lincoln, The Man Of The People

There Is A Destiny Which Makes Us Brothers; None Goes His Way Alone. All That We Send Into The Lives Of Others Comes Back Into Our Own.

To Throw Oneself To The Side Of The Oppressed Is The Only Dignified Thing To Do In Life.

At The Heart Of The Cyclone Tearing The Sky And Flinging The Cloud And The Towers By, Is A Place Of Central Calm: So Here In The Roar Of Mortal Things, I Have A Place Where My Spirit Sings, In The Hollow Of God's Palm.