Only in growth, reform, and change, paradoxically enough, is true security to be found.

war is a thug's game. The thug strikes first and harder. He doesn't go by rules and he isn't afraid of hurting people.

Why do progress and beauty have to be so opposed?

Can one make the future a substitute for the present? And what guarantee have we that the future will be any better if we neglect the present?

Fame separates you from life.

My Life cannot implement in action the demands of all the people to whom my heart responds.

Eternally, woman spills herself away in driblets to the thirsty, seldom being allowed the time, the quiet, the peace, to let the pitcher fill up to the brim.