All grown-ups were once children... but only few of them remember it.

The arms of love encompass you with your present, your past, your future, the arms of love gather you together.

"What place would you advise me to visit now?" he asked. "The planet Earth," replied the geographer. "It has a good reputation."

He who is different from me does not impoverish me - he enriches me. Our unity is constituted in something higher than ourselves - in Man... For no man seeks to hear his own echo, or to find his reflection in the glass.

The machine does not isolate man from the great problems of nature but plunges him more deeply into them.

How could there be any question of acquiring or possessing, when the one thing needful for a man is to become - to be at last, and to die in the fullness of his being.

What sets men at variance is but the treachery of language, for always they desire the same things.