You can never enslave somebody who knows who he is.

Either you deal with what is the reality, or you can be sure that the reality is going to deal with you.

Every time an old person dies, it's like a library burning down.

In all of us there is a hunger, marrow-deep, to know our heritage- to know who we are and where we have come from. Without this enriching knowledge, there is a hollow yearning. No matter what our attainments in life, there is still a vacuum, an emptiness, and the most disquieting loneliness.

But then, as far as I know, as far as I've studied or heard or picked up, it seems that this type of thing is a curse against mankind.

I am really quite proud of most of the people I " know who have "made it," who do things to help people.

When you clench your fist, no one can put anything in your hand.