Never give up, for that is just the place and time that the tide will turn. - Harriet Beecher Stowe

«لست أريد الذهاب إلى الجنة. أليست الجنة هي المكان الذي سيذهب إليه أصحاب البشرة البيضاء؟ إنني لأفضل أن أذهب إلى الجحيم على أن أجتمع بسيدي وسيدتي في الجنة!»

In all ranks of life the human heart yearns for the beautiful; and the beautiful things that God makes are His gift to all alike.

Have not many of us, in the weary way of life, felt, in some hours, how far easier it were to die than to live?
The martyr, when faced even by a death of bodily anguish and horror, finds in the very terror of his doom a strong stimulant and tonic. There is a vivid excitement, a thrill and fervor, which may carry through any crisis of suffering that is the birth-hour of eternal glory and rest.
But to live, to wear on, day after day, of mean, bitter, low, harassing servitude, every nerve dampened and depressed, every power of feeling gradually smothered, this long and wasting heart-martyrdom, this slow, daily bleeding away of the inward life, drop by drop, hour after hour, this is the true searching test of what there may be in man or woman.