That man is the noblest creature may also be inferred from the fact that no other creature has yet contested this claim.
After your death you will be what you were before your birth.
Everywhere man blames nature and fate yet his fate is mostly but the echo of his character and passion, his mistakes and his weaknesses.
Challenging the meaning of life is the truest expression of the state of being human.
A people and their religion must be judged by social standards based on social ethics. No other standard would have any meaning if religion is held to be necessary good for the well-being of the people.
A human being is a deciding being.
In many people it is already an impertinence to say 'I'.
In spite of everything, I still believe that people are really good at heart.
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.
The first human who hurled an insult instead of a stone was the founder of civilization.
Human history becomes more and more a race between education and catastrophe.
The world would be happier if men had the same capacity to be silent that they have to speak.
I despise people who depend on these things [heroin and cocaine]. If you really want a mind-altering experience, look at a tree.
All sins are attempts to fill voids.
Treat people as if they were what they ought to be, and you help them to become what they are capable of being.
When people are protecting something truly special to them, they truly can become...as strong as they can be.
Everyone has his own specific vocation or mission in life; everyone must carry out a concrete assignment that demands fulfillment. Therein he cannot be replaced, nor can his life be repeated, thus, everyone's task is unique as his specific opportunity to implement it.
Humanism and Divinity are as complementary to one another in the order of culture, as are Nature and Grace in the order of being.
No mortal can keep a secret. If the lips are silent, he chatters with his fingertips; betrayal oozes out of him at every pore.
A person is a person because he recognizes others as persons.
Private passions tire and exhaust themselves, public ones never.