“The eternal stars shine out again, so soon as it is dark enough.”

Egotism is the source and summary of all faults and miseries.

Weak eyes are fondest of glittering objects.

He who has no vision of eternity has no hold on time.

Talk that does not end in any kind of action is better suppressed altogether.

It is the heart always that sees, before the head can see.

Work is the grand cure of all the maladies and miseries that ever beset mankind.

Today is not yesterday: we ourselves change; how can our works and thoughts, if they are always to be the fittest, continue always the same? Change, indeed is painful; yet ever needful; and if memory have its force and worth, so also has hope.

A man lives by believing something: not by debating and arguing about many things.

Endurance is patience concentrated.

Nothing builds self-esteem and self-confidence like accomplishment.

See deep enough, and you see musically.

A well-written life is almost as rare as a well-spent one.

Blessed is he who has found his work; let him ask no other blessedness.

Without kindness there can be no true joy.

There are good and bad times, but our mood changes more often than our fortune.

The first duty of man is that of subduing fear.

The prolonged slavery of woman is the darkest page in human history.

One ever feels his twoness – an American, a Negro; two souls, two thoughts, two unreconciled strivings; two warring ideals in one dark body, whose dogged strength alone keeps it from being torn asunder.

The concept of the black and white people boils down to: No light without darkness – You depend on each other!

In the darkness there are no shadows to fear.

Our Savior kneels down and gazes upon the darkest acts of our lives. But rather than recoil in horror, he reaches out in kindness and says, “I can clean that if you want.” And from the basin of his grace, he scoops a palm full of mercy and washes away our sin.

Think not I dread to see my spirit fly, Through the dark gates of fell mortality; Death has no terrors when the life is true; ‘Tis living ill that makes us fear to die.

The ignorant one does not see his ignorance as he basks in its darkness; nor does the knowledgeable one see his own knowledge, for he basks in its light.

When the past no longer illuminates the future, the spirit walks in darkness.