“Those who are prepared to die for any cause are seldom defeated.”

That great lover of peace, a man of giant stature who moulded, as few other men have done, the destinies of his age.

Unity must be of the mind and heart, a sense of belonging together and of facing together those who attack it.

Where freedom is menaced or justice threatened or where aggression takes place, we cannot be and shall not be neutral.

The art of a people is a true mirror of their minds.

People avoid action. Often because they are afraid of the consequences, for action means risk and danger. Danger seems terrible from a distance; it is not so bad if you have a close look at it

Those who boast are seldom the great.

Evil unchecked grows, evil tolerated poisons the whole system.

What we need is a generation of peace.

A man who is afraid will do anything.

Without peace, all other dreams vanish and are reduced to ashes.

For the first time i began to think, consciously and deliberately of religion and other worlds. The Hindu religion especially went up in my estimation; not the ritual or ceremonial part, but it’s great books, the “Upnishads,” and the “Bhagavad Gita.”

History is the record of human progress, a record of the struggle of the advancement of the human mind, of the human spirit, towards some known or unknown objective.

Great causes and little men go ill together.

Culture is the widening of the mind and of the spirit. It is never a narrowing of the mind or a restriction of the human spirit or the country’s spirit.

As fear is a close companion to falsehood, so truth follows fearlessness.

The forces in a capitalist society, if left unchecked, tend to make the rich richer and the poor poorer.

After much soul searching I was able to renounce my past Islamist ideology, challenging everything I was once prepared to die for.

It is not tolerable, it is not possible, that from so much death, so much sacrifice and ruin, so much heroism, a greater and better humanity shall not emerge.

If we stay where we are, where we’re stuck, where we’re comfortable and safe, we die there… When nothing new can get in, that’s death.

Love lives. and dies. as fast as butterflies.

The dead drug leaves a ghost behind. At certain hours it haunts the house.

Jesus does not offer to make bad people good but to make dead people alive.

Does that not sound odd to you? When God decides who should live or die, he is immoral, When you decide who should live or die, it’s your moral right. There was a pin-drop silence.

To forget the dead would be akin to killing them a second time.