God gives us our relatives–thank God he lets us choose our friends.
No nation ancient or modern ever lost the liberty of freely speaking, writing, or publishing their sentiments, but forthwith lost their liberty in general and became slaves.
We are each of us angels with only one wing, and we can only fly by embracing one another.
There is nothing glorious in dying, anyone can do it.
A friend is someone who knows all about you and loves you just the same.
The glory of friendship is not the outstreched hand, nor the kindly smile, nor the joy of companionship; it is the spiritual inspiration that comes to one when he discovers that someone else believes in him and is willing to trust him.
Faith is, above all, openess; an act of trust in the unknown.
Faith is not the knowledge of what the mystery of the universe is, but the conviction that there is a mystery, and that it is greater than us.