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Once I knew the depth where no hope was, and darkness lay on the face of all things.

Each halt in his progress has been but a pause before a mighty leap forward.

depend upon it, you will love your native hills the better for being separated from them

Let all our people, leaving behind them the battlefields of dead issues, move forward and in their strength of liberty and the restored Union win the grander victories of peace.

We may hasten or we may retard, but we can not prevent, the final reconciliation.

We can do this if we open our souls instead of hardening our hearts.

To be a recipient of a communication is to have an enlarged and changed experience.

As age comes on, one source of enjoyment after another is closed, but Nature's sources never fail.

The collisions of party spirit which originate in speculative opinions or in different views of administrative policy are in their nature transitory.

The result was that I gradually, but completely, emerged from my habitual depression, and was never again subject to it.

Yesterday is but today’s memory and tomorrow is today’s dream.

Your pain is the breaking of the shell that encloses your understanding.

The deeper that sorrow carves into your being, the more joy you can contain.

Your children are not your children. They are the sons and daughters of Life’s longing for itself.

The art of life lies in a constant readjustment to our surroundings.

She was becoming herself and daily casting aside that fictitious self which we assume like a garment with which to appear before the world

It is one of the happy incidents of the federal system that a single courageous state may, if its citizens choose, serve as a laboratory; and try novel social and economic experiments without risk to the rest of the country.

How many casualties and difficulties are there that we dread as insupportable mischiefs, which, upon farther thoughts, we find to be mercies and benefits?

Our destiny in the midst of change will rest on the unchanged character of our people, and on their faith.

This ripeness is so delightful to me, that, as I approach nearer to death, I seem as it were to be sighting land, and to be coming to port at last after a long voyage.

Every great cause is born from repeated failures and from imperfect achievements.

Some day the world will understand that, and the little oases on the windy tops of hills will harbor for healing its ailing, house-weary broods.

The race is never over. The journey has no port. The adventure never ends because we are always on our way.

All our limitations are in our own minds, the supply is there waiting in vast abundance.

The present time is the raw material out of which we make whatever we will.