The first human who hurled an insult instead of a stone was the founder of civilization.
Humanity is acquiring all the right technology for all the wrong reasons.
Everywhere man blames nature and fate yet his fate is mostly but the echo of his character and passion, his mistakes and his weaknesses.
When people are protecting something truly special to them, they truly can become...as strong as they can be.
The greatest sweetener of human life is Friendship. To raise this to the highest pitch of enjoyment, is a secret which but few discover.
Of mankind we may say in general they are fickle, hypocritical, and greedy of gain.
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.
Who makes us ignorant? We ourselves. We put our hands over our eyes and weep that it is dark.
If you can't say something good about someone, sit right here by me.
We need more light about each other. Light creates understanding, understanding creates love, love creates patience, and patience creates unity.
There is no marvel in a woman learning to speak, but there would be in teaching her to hold her tongue.
The greatest attitude of all is gratitude.
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.
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
I despise people who depend on these things [heroin and cocaine]. If you really want a mind-altering experience, look at a tree.
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.
It is no measure of health to be well adjusted to a profoundly sick society.
One of the greatest diseases is to be nobody to anybody.
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 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.
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.