“We have forgotten that democracy must live as it thinks and think as it lives.”

We are all motivated far more than we care to admit by characteristics inherited from our ancestors which individual experiences of childhood can modify, repress, or enhance, but cannot erase.

We can never achieve absolute truth but we can live hopefully by a system of calculated probabilities.

What the Nation must realize is that the home, when both parents work, is non-existent. Once we have honestly faced that fact, we must act accordingly.

The children are always the chief victims of social chaos.

Fortunate are the people whose roots are deep.

Tension is a prerequisite for creative living.

Once the pursuit of truth begins to haunt the mind, it becomes an ideal never wholly attained.

Nobody is forgotten when it is convenient to remember him.

They were great days, great nights at St James’ Park and I remember them with affection. Maybe they are forgotten too quickly.

To add insult to injury, most Americans never knew that, and most Mexicans have never forgotten it.

I’ve never forgotten that experience. But I had nobody at school that was either like Hector or Irwin.

What they have forgotten they have forgotten: what they meant to do instead of fall is not in earth or time recoverable the fossils of intention, the shapes of rot.

People today have forgotten they’re really just a part of nature. Yet, they destroy the nature on which our lives depend. They always think they can make something better…

Theater people are always pining and agonizing because they’re afraid that they’ll be forgotten. And in America they’re quite right. They will be.

Abdul and Manju and Kalu of Annawadi will not be forgotten.