What is the meaning of human life, or, for that matter, of the life of any creature? To know the answer to this question means to be religious. You ask: Does it make any sense, then, to pose this question? I answer: The man who regards his fellow creatures as meaningless is not merely unhappy but hardly fit for life.

My internal and external life depend so much on the work of others that I must make an extreme effort to give as much as I receive.

I believe that whatever we do or live for has its causality; it is good, however, that we cannot see through to it.

A photograph never grows old. You and I change, people change all through the months and years but a photograph always remains the same. How nice to look at a photograph of mother or father taken many years ago. You see them as you remember them. But as people live on, they change completely. That is why I think a photograph can be kind.

When you are courting a nice girl an hour seems like a second.

The true definition of madness is repeating the same action, over and over, hoping for a different result.

The woman who follows the crowd will usually believe that I said this.