Harriet Beecher Stowe
I would not attack the faith of a heathen without being sure I had a better one to put in its place.
The bitterest tears shed over graves are for words left unsaid and deeds left undone.
The truth is the kindest thing we can give folks in the end.
To be really great in little things, to be truly noble and heroic in the insipid details of everyday life, is a virtue so rare as to be worthy of canonization.