Ever more people today have the means to live, but no meaning to live for.
To live alone is the fate of all great souls.
All sins are attempts to fill voids.
Progress of mankind is progress of mind and intellect.
Cultivation of mind should be the ultimate aim of human existence.
A desire to be observed, considered, esteemed, praised, beloved, and admired by his fellows is one of the earliest as well as the keenest dispositions discovered in the heart of man.
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.
One of the greatest diseases is to be nobody to anybody.
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.
Anyone who says he can see through women is missing a lot.
A woman's chastity consists, like an onion, of a series of coats.
A question that sometimes drives me hazy: Am I, or the others, crazy?
The world would be happier if men had the same capacity to be silent that they have to speak.
Who makes us ignorant? We ourselves. We put our hands over our eyes and weep that it is dark.
Dignity does not consist in possessing honours, but in deserving them.
It is a waste of energy to be angry with a man who behaves badly, just as it is to be angry with a car that won't go.
Private passions tire and exhaust themselves, public ones never.
There are four million different kinds of animals and plants in the world. Thatís four million solutions to the problem of staying alive.
I can calculate the motion of heavenly bodies but not the madness of people.
If you talk to a man in a language he understands, that goes to his head. If you talk to him in his language, that goes to his heart.
As far as I knew white women were never lonely, except in books. White men adored them, Black men desired them and Black women worked for them.