Every form of addiction is bad, no matter whether the narcotic be alcohol, morphine or idealism.

Humans are not proud of their ancestors, and rarely invite them round to dinner.

The greatest attitude of all is gratitude.

Men always talk about the most important things to perfect strangers.

There are four million different kinds of animals and plants in the world. That’s four million solutions to the problem of staying alive.

The whole universe is contained within a single human being – you.

The highest forms of understanding we can achieve are laughter and human compassion.

You may turn into an archangel, a fool, or a criminal ? no one will see it. But when a button is missing?everyone sees that.

A man has to learn that he cannot command things, but that he can command himself; that he cannot coerce the wills of others, but that he can mold and master his own will: and things serve him who serves Truth; people seek guidance of him who is master of himself.

All sins are attempts to fill voids.

All of humanity's problems stem from man's inability to sit quietly in a room alone.

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.

I can calculate the motion of heavenly bodies but not the madness of people.

I like university professors, but you know, we shouldn't hold them up as the high-water mark of all human achievement. They're just a form of life, another form of life.

We need more light about each other. Light creates understanding, understanding creates love, love creates patience, and patience creates unity.

A woman's chastity consists, like an onion, of a series of coats.

Not only will we have to repent for the sins of bad people; but we also will have to repent for the appalling silence of good people.

In many people it is already an impertinence to say 'I'.

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.

A musician must make music, an artist must paint, a poet must write, if he is to be ultimately at peace with himself. What a man can be, he must be

No mortal can keep a secret. If the lips are silent, he chatters with his fingertips; betrayal oozes out of him at every pore.