There is no come back to caves. We are too many.
Of mankind we may say in general they are fickle, hypocritical, and greedy of gain.
On the highest throne in the world, we still sit only on our own bottom.
What sunshine is to flowers, smiles are to humanity. These are but trifles, to be sure; but scattered along life's pathway, the good they do is inconceivable.
Humanism was not wrong in thinking that truth, beauty, liberty, and equality are of infinite value, but in thinking that man can get them for himself without grace.
People are more difficult to work with than machines. And when you break a person, he can't be fixed.
Man is made or unmade by himself. By the right choice he ascends. As a being of power, intelligence, and love, and the lord of his own thoughts, he holds the key to every situation.
Everything can be taken from a man or a woman but one thing: the last of human freedoms to choose one's attitude in any given set of circumstances, to choose one's own way.
A human being is a deciding being.
Some people seem to fade away but then when they are truly gone, it's like they didn't fade away at all.
It's funny how humans can wrap their mind around things and fit them into their version of reality.
We are not enemies, but friends. We must not be enemies. Though passion may have strained, it must not break our bonds of affection. The mystic chords of memory will swell when again touched, as surely they will be, by the better angels of our nature.
The true measure of a man is how he treats someone who can do him absolutely no good.
There are four million different kinds of animals and plants in the world. Thatís four million solutions to the problem of staying alive.
It was to carry the American democratic journey beyond these failings that Black citizens and civil rights workers risked unemployment, violence and death.
A question that sometimes drives me hazy: Am I, or the others, crazy?
Everything that irritates us about others can lead us to an understanding of ourselves.
Humanity is acquiring all the right technology for all the wrong reasons.
There seems to be some perverse human characteristic that likes to make easy things difficult.
Great men are like eagles, and build their nest on some lofty solitude.
Challenging the meaning of life is the truest expression of the state of being human.