We have to heal our wounded world. The chaos, despair, and senseless destruction we see today are a result of the alienation that people feel from each other and their environment.
Everywhere man blames nature and fate yet his fate is mostly but the echo of his character and passion, his mistakes and his weaknesses.
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.
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.
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.
Take away paradox from the thinker and you have a professor.
In the same vein as these events, National Minority Health Month also serves as a reminder of how much work needs to be done to eliminate health and healthcare inequities.
Humanism and Divinity are as complementary to one another in the order of culture, as are Nature and Grace in the order of being.
There seems to be some perverse human characteristic that likes to make easy things difficult.
Men are anxious to improve their circumstances, but are unwilling to improve themselves; they therefore remain bound.
Our true nationality is mankind.
A question that sometimes drives me hazy: Am I, or the others, crazy?
People fall forward to success.
Itís extraordinary how self-obsessed human beings are. There is so much more out there than what connects to us.
You may turn into an archangel, a fool, or a criminal ? no one will see it. But when a button is missing?everyone sees that.
Great minds discuss ideas. Average minds discuss events. Small minds discuss people.
Men always talk about the most important things to perfect strangers.
How can you thank a man for giving you what's already yours? How then can you thank him for giving you only part of what is yours?
A man sooner or later discovers that he is the master-gardener of his soul, the director of his life.
The people who turn out best are those people who make the best out of the way things turn out.
Ninety-nine percent of who you are is invisible and untouchable.