A man's first care should be to avoid the reproaches of his own heart.
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.
It's funny how humans can wrap their mind around things and fit them into their version of reality.
One can choose to go back toward safety or forward toward growth. Growth must be chosen again and again; fear must be overcome again and again.
Human history becomes more and more a race between education and catastrophe.
Build a man a fire, and he'll be warm for a day. Set a man on fire, and he'll be warm for the rest of his life.
People fall forward to success.
In many people it is already an impertinence to say 'I'.
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.
A question that sometimes drives me hazy: Am I, or the others, crazy?
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.
Who makes us ignorant? We ourselves. We put our hands over our eyes and weep that it is dark.
He who makes a beast of himself gets rid of the pain of being a man.
How important it is for us to recognize and celebrate our heroes and she-roes!
These are people who are capable of devotion, public devotion, to justice. They meant what they said and every day that passes, they mean it more.
Are we happy that our grandchildren may never seen an elephant except in a picture book?
Challenging the meaning of life is the truest expression of the state of being human.
Our species needs, and deserves, a citizenry with minds wide awake and a basic understanding of how the world works.
Of mankind we may say in general they are fickle, hypocritical, and greedy of gain.
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 man's feet should be planted in his country, but his eyes should survey the world.
