Some people seem to fade away but then when they are truly gone, it's like they didn't fade away at all.
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.
Of mankind we may say in general they are fickle, hypocritical, and greedy of gain.
I measure the progress of a community by the degree of progress which women have achieved.
We are just an advanced breed of monkeys on a minor planet of a very average star. But we can understand the Universe. That makes us something very special.
The whole universe is contained within a single human being – you.
Americans of our own time - minority and majority Americans alike - need the continued guidance that the Voting Rights Act provides. We have come a long way, but more needs to be done.
I've learned that you can tell a lot about a person by the way (s)he handles these three things: a rainy day, lost luggage, and tangled Christmas tree lights.
A man's feet should be planted in his country, but his eyes should survey the world.
I despise people who depend on these things [heroin and cocaine]. If you really want a mind-altering experience, look at a tree.
Anyone who says he can see through women is missing a lot.
Everywhere man blames nature and fate yet his fate is mostly but the echo of his character and passion, his mistakes and his weaknesses.
The first time someone shows you who they are, believe them.
Family not only need to consist of merely those whom we share blood, but also for those whom we'd give blood.
A human being is a deciding being.
We need more light about each other. Light creates understanding, understanding creates love, love creates patience, and patience creates unity.
A man sooner or later discovers that he is the master-gardener of his soul, the director of his life.
The people who turn out best are those people who make the best out of the way things turn out.
Every man takes the limits of his own field of vision for the limits of the world.
A question that sometimes drives me hazy: Am I, or the others, crazy?
A woman's chastity consists, like an onion, of a series of coats.
