There is a destiny That makes us brothers: None goes his way alone: All that we send into the lives of others Comes back into our own.

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.

We have committed the Golden Rule to memory; let us now commit it to life.

Use and beauty - these should be the ends of all human effort. But the competitive struggle swings us away from this high ground and plunges us into a quagmire fight for cheap goods and cheap labor.

Greed and Gain, grim guardians of the great god Mammon, continually cry in the ears of the poor, 'Give us your little ones!' And forever do the poor push out their little ones at the imperious ukase, feeding the children to a blind Hunger that is never filled.

Defeat may serve as well as victory to shake the soul and let the glory out.