Family not only need to consist of merely those whom we share blood, but also for those whom we'd give blood.
Humanism and Divinity are as complementary to one another in the order of culture, as are Nature and Grace in the order of being.
Private passions tire and exhaust themselves, public ones never.
More than 26,000 lives may be lost to the effects of drug abuse this year. This tragic impact is felt in communities across this great nation. Sadly many of these deaths occur among our young people.
He who makes a beast of himself gets rid of the pain of being a man.
Great men are like eagles, and build their nest on some lofty solitude.
The first human who hurled an insult instead of a stone was the founder of civilization.
The true measure of a man is how he treats someone who can do him absolutely no good.
Progress of mankind is progress of mind and intellect.
All sins are attempts to fill voids.
A narrow mind and a fat head invariably come on the same person.
When people are protecting something truly special to them, they truly can become...as strong as they can be.
The people who turn out best are those people who make the best out of the way things turn out.
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.
In many people it is already an impertinence to say 'I'.
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.
Challenging the meaning of life is the truest expression of the state of being human.
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.
To understand how any society functions you must understand the relationship between the men and the women.
No mortal can keep a secret. If the lips are silent, he chatters with his fingertips; betrayal oozes out of him at every pore.
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.