Service is the rent we pay for the privilege of living on this earth. It is the very purpose of life, and not something you do in your spare time.
~ Shirley Chisholm
The oaks of 1910 were now ten years old and taller than either of us. It was such an impressive sight that I was struck dumb, and, as he never spoke, we spent the whole day in silence walking through his forest. When I reminded myself that all this was the work of the hand and soul of this one man, with no mechanical help, it seemed to me that after all we might be as effective as God in tasks other than destruction.