Thomas Carlyle

War is a quarrel between two thieves too cowardly to fight their own battle; therefore they take boys from one village and another village, stick them into uniforms, equip them with guns, and let them loose like wild beasts against each other.

Old age is not in itself matter for sorrow; it is matter for thanks, if we have left our work done behind us.

The Past is all holy to us; the Dead are all holy, even they that were base and wicked while alive.

We must get rid of fear; we cannot act at all till then.

When the oak is felled the whole forest echoes with its fall, but a hundred acorns are sown in silence by an unnoticed breeze.

The most fearful unbelief is unbelief in your self.