He who makes a beast of himself gets rid of the pain of being a man.
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.
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.
Take away paradox from the thinker and you have a professor.
If money help a man to do good to others, it is of some value; but if not, it is simply a mass of evil, and the sooner it is got rid of, the better.
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.
Human history becomes more and more a race between education and catastrophe.
Humanity is acquiring all the right technology for all the wrong reasons.
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.
A man's feet should be planted in his country, but his eyes should survey the world.
The world would be happier if men had the same capacity to be silent that they have to speak.
There is no marvel in a woman learning to speak, but there would be in teaching her to hold her tongue.
In spite of everything, I still believe that people are really good at heart.
The whole universe is contained within a single human being – you.
It is no measure of health to be well adjusted to a profoundly sick society.
Progress of mankind is progress of mind and intellect.
I just invent, then wait until man comes around to needing what I've invented.
Humans are not proud of their ancestors, and rarely invite them round to dinner.
It's funny how humans can wrap their mind around things and fit them into their version of reality.
Sometimes our light goes out, but is blown again into instant flame by an encounter with another human being.
A question that sometimes drives me hazy: Am I, or the others, crazy?
