The heart’s affections are divided like the branches of the cedar tree; if the tree loses one strong branch, it will suffer but it does not die.It will pour all its vitality into the next branch so that it will grow and fill the empty space.
Each time a man stands up for an ideal, or acts to improve the lot of others, or strikes out against injustice, he sends forth a tiny ripple of hope … and crossing each other from a million different centers of energy and daring, those ripples build a current that can sweep down the mightiest walls of oppression and resistance.
To endure is greater than to dare; to tire out hostile fortune; to be daunted by no difficulty; to keep heart when all have lost it - who can say this is not greatness?