Youth itself is a talent, a perishable talent.

Craving, not having, is the mother of a reckless giving of oneself.

It is by its promise of a sense of power that evil often attracts the weak.

When cowardice is made respectable, its followers are without number both from among the weak and the strong; it easily becomes a fashion.

Our passionate preoccupation with the sky, the stars, and a God somewhere in outer space is a homing impulse. We are drawn back to where we came from.

Call not that man wretched, who whatever ills he suffers, has a child to love.

I hang onto my prejudices, they are the testicles of my mind.

Compassion is the antitoxin of the soul: where there is compassion even the most poisonous impulses remain relatively harmless.

The savior who wants to turn men into angels is as much a hater of human nature as the totalitarian despot who wants to turn them into puppets.

There would be no society if living together depended upon understanding each other.

A grievance is most poignant when almost redressed.

Every new adjustment is a crisis in self-esteem.

It is futile to judge a kind deed by its motives. Kindness can become its own motive. We are made kind by being kind.

The real Antichrist is he who turns the wine of an original idea into the water of mediocrity.

An empty head is not really empty; it is stuffed with rubbish. Hence the difficulty of forcing anything into an empty head.

Those in possession of absolute power can not only prophesy and make their prophecies come true, but they can also lie and make their lies come true.

The game of history is usually played by the best and the worst over the heads of the majority in the middle.

Every intense desire is perhaps a desire to be different from what we are.

The best part of the art of living is to know how to grow old gracefully.

Compassion alone stands apart from the continuous traffic between good and evil proceeding within us.

The misery of a child is interesting to a mother, the misery of a young man is interesting to a young woman, the misery of an old man is interesting to nobody.

To become different from what we are, we must have some awareness of what we are.

Creativity is the ability to introduce order into the randomness of nature.

The fear of becoming a 'has-been' keeps some people from becoming anything.