First, the line of progress is never straight. For a period a movement may follow a straight line and then it encounters obstacles and the path bends. It is like curving around a mountain when you are approaching a city. Often if feels as though you were moving backwards, and you lose sight of your goal: but in fact you are moving ahead, and soon you will see the city again, closer by.

I should have been reminded that disappointment produces despair and despair produces bitterness, and that the one thing certain about bitterness is its blindness. Bitterness has not the capacity to make the distinction between some and all.

There comes a time when people get tired of being pushed out of the glittering sunlight of life's July and left standing amidst the piercing chill of an Alpine November.

If you can't fly then run. If you can't run, then walk. And, if you can't walk, then crawl, but whatever you do, you have to keep moving forward.

There comes a time when people get tired of being pushed out of the glittering sunlight of life's July and left standing amid the piercing chill of an alpine November

God still has a way of wringing good out of evil. History has proven time and time again that unmerited suffering is redemptive.

You can't stop a bird from landing on your head. But you can keep it from building a nest.

Sufficient for to-morrow is the evil thereof; but I hope before the day is past to have the upper hand at last.

It is, however, when the human soul is ploughed and harrowed by suffering that the seeds of truth may be planted

we generally find pleasure to be not nearly so pleasant as we expected, and pain very much more painful.

One can even say that we require at all times a certain quantity of care or sorrow or want, as a ship requires ballast, in order to keep on a straight course.

It is a clear gain to sacrifice pleasure in order to avoid pain.