Outstanding people have one thing in common: an absolute sense of mission
Are we happy that our grandchildren may never seen an elephant except in a picture book?
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.
A person is a person because he recognizes others as persons.
One of the greatest diseases is to be nobody to anybody.
In many people it is already an impertinence to say 'I'.
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.
A question that sometimes drives me hazy: Am I, or the others, crazy?
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.
Itís extraordinary how self-obsessed human beings are. There is so much more out there than what connects to us.
Human nature is not totally fixed, but on any realistic scale, evolutionary processes are much too slow to affect it.
It is no measure of health to be well adjusted to a profoundly sick society.
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.
A great man is different from an eminent one in that he is ready to be the servant of the society.
Poverty is... Curable like any disease. Ignorance, dependence, inefficiency, laziness, want of the spirit of enterprise are the real real causes of poverty.
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.
A man is not rightly conditioned until he is a happy, healthy, and prosperous being; and happiness, health, and prosperity are the result of a harmonious adjustment of the inner with the outer of the man with his surroundings.
Family not only need to consist of merely those whom we share blood, but also for those whom we'd give blood.
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 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