The Great War proved how confused the world is. Depression is proving it again.

You can't touch love, but you can feel the sweetness that it pours into everything.

A strenuous effort must be made to train young people to think for themselves and take independent charge of their lives.

Every renaissance comes to the world with a cry, the cry of the human spirit to be free.

We imagine that we want to escape our selfish and commonplace existence, but we cling desperately to our chains.

It is a rare privilege to watch the birth, growth, and first feeble struggles of a living mind; this privilege is mine.

The truth is not wonderful enough to suit the newspapers; so they enlarge upon it, and invent ridiculous embellishments.