Fear narrows the little entrance of our heart. It shrinks up our capacity to love. It freezes up our power to give ourselves

That’s why we seize the moment try to freeze it and own it, squeeze it and hold it.

Cold words freeze people, and hot words scorch them, and bitter words make them bitter, and wrathful words make them wrathful. Kind words also produce their own image on men’s souls; and a beautiful image it is. They smooth, and quiet, and comfort the hearer.