There is a destiny that makes us brothers, No one goes his way alone; All that we send into the lives of others, Comes back into our own. – Edwin Markham
Speak not too well of one who scarce will know himself transfigured in its roseate glow; Say kindly of him what is, chiefly, true, remembering always he belongs to you; Deal with him as a truant, if you will, But claim him, keep him, call him brother still! – Oliver Wendell Holmes
