I Believe In The Motherhood Of God.

Strength Comes From Solitude, A Waiting, A Communion With The Best In Us, Which Is At One With The Divine Spark.

The Cheerful Loser Is The Winner.

Literature Is The Noblest Of All The Arts. Music Dies On The Air, Or At Best Exists Only As A Memory; Oratory Ceases With The Effort; The Painter's Colors Fade And The Canvas Rots; The Marble Is Dragged From Its Pedestal And Is Broken Into Fragments.

What We Call God's Justice Is Only Man's Idea Of What He Would Do If He Were God.

Often We Can Help Each Other Most By Leaving Each Other Alone; At Other Times We Need The Hand-grasp And The Word Of Cheer.