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?
Progress of mankind is progress of mind and intellect.
We need more light about each other. Light creates understanding, understanding creates love, love creates patience, and patience creates unity.
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.
It is no measure of health to be well adjusted to a profoundly sick society.
Though I love my country, I do not love my countrymen.
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.
In spite of everything, I still believe that people are really good at heart.
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.
Men always talk about the most important things to perfect strangers.
A man sooner or later discovers that he is the master-gardener of his soul, the director of his life.
Cultivation of mind should be the ultimate aim of human existence.
It's funny how humans can wrap their mind around things and fit them into their version of reality.
A man is great by deeds, not by birth.
If you want to know what a man's like, take a good look at how he treats his inferiors, not his equals.
Each man is questioned by life; and he can only answer to life by answering for his own life; to life he can only respond by being responsible.
Dignity does not consist in possessing honours, but in deserving them.
Itís extraordinary how self-obsessed human beings are. There is so much more out there than what connects to us.
A narrow mind and a fat head invariably come on the same person.
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.
Everywhere man blames nature and fate yet his fate is mostly but the echo of his character and passion, his mistakes and his weaknesses.