“The more we do, the more we can do; the more busy we are, the more leisure we have.”

Freedom from fear’ could be said to sum up the whole philosophy of human rights.

It is when we all play safe that we create a world of utmost insecurity.

Destiny is something not be to desired and not to be avoided. a mystery not contrary to reason, for it implies that the world, and the course of human history, have meaning.

Your position never gives you the right to command. It only imposes on you the duty of so living your life that others can receive your orders without being humiliated.

It is more noble to give yourself completely to one individual than to labor diligently for the salvation of the masses.

We are not permitted to choose the frame of our destiny. But what we put into it is ours.

The pursuit of peace and progress cannot end in a few years in either victory or defeat.

If even dying is to be made a social function, then, grant me the favor of sneaking out on tiptoe without disturbing the party.

Praise those of your critics for whom nothing is up to standard.

The pursuit of peace and progress, with its trials and its errors, its successes and its setbacks, can never be relaxed and never abandoned.

The breaking wave and the muscle as it contracts obey the same law. Delicate line gathers the body’s total strength in a bold balance. Shall my soul meet so severe a curve, journeying on its way to form?

Time always seems long to the child who is waiting – for Christmas, for next summer, for becoming a grownup: long also when he surrenders his whole soul to each moment of a happy day.

Never look down to test the ground before taking your next step; only he who keeps his eye fixed on the far horizon will find the right road.

God does not die on the day when we cease to believe in a personal deity, but we die on the day when our lives cease to be illumined by the steady radiance, renewed daily, of a wonder, the source of which is beyond all reason.

It is easy to be nice, even to an enemy – from lack of character.

In the last analysis, it is our conception of death which decides our answers to all the questions that life puts to us.