Waldo, born cursed from the time our mothers bring us into the world till the shrouds are put on us.
Do not look at me as though I were talking nonsense.

Everything has two sides--the outside that is ridiculous, and the inside that is solemn." "I am not laughing," said the boy, sedately enough; "but what curses you ?" He thought she would not reply to him, she waited so long.
"It is not what is done to us, but what is made of us," she said at last, "that wrongs us.

No man can be really injured but by what modifies himself.

We all enter the world little plastic beings, with so much natural force, perhaps, but for the rest--blank; and the world tells us what we are to be, and shapes us by the ends it sets before us.

To you it says--"Work;" and to us it says--"Seem!" To you it says--As you approximate to man's highest ideal of God, as your arm is strong and your knowledge great, and the power to labour is with you, so you shall gain all that human heart desires.