We have committed the Golden Rule to memory; let us now commit it to life.
To throw oneself to the side of the oppressed is the only dignified thing to do in life.
Bowed by the weight of centuries he leans upon his hoe and gazes on the ground, the emptiness of ages in his face, and on his back the burden of the world.
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.
It is better to rust out than wear out.
