I wish I could show you when you are lonely or in darkness the astonishing light of your own being.
Bart Giamatti did not grow up (as he had dreamed) to play second base for the Red Sox. He became a professor at Yale, and then, in time . . . president of the National Baseball League. He never lost his love for the Boston Red Sox. It was as a Red Sox fan, he later realized that human beings are fallen, and that life is filled with disappointment. The path to comprehending Calvinism in modern America, he decided, begins at Fenway Park.
Anyone who proposes to do good must not expect people to roll stones out of his way, but must accept his lot calmly if they even roll a few more upon it.
For one human being to love another: that is perhaps the most difficult of our tasks; the ultimate the last test and proof the work for which all other work is but preparation.
It is worthwhile to live and fight courageously for sacred ideals. O blow ye evil winds into my body’s fire my soul you’ll never unravel. Even though disappointed a thousand times or fallen in the fight and everything would worthless seem, I have lived amidst eternity — Be grateful, my soul — My life was worth living. He who was pressed from all sides but remained victorious in spirit is welcomed into the choir of heroes. He who overcame the fetters giving wings to his mind is entering into the golden age of the victorious.