Boast is always a cry of despair, except in the young it is a cry of hope.

Miracles happen to those who believe in them.

Life has taught me that it is not for our faults that we are disliked and even hated, but for our qualities.

International affairs will be placed on a better footing when it is understood that there is no way of punishing a people for the crimes of its rulers.

No artifact is a work of art if it does not help to humanize us. Without art...our world would have remained a jungle.

Boast is always a cry of despair, except in the young it is a cry of hope.

I walk in the garden, I look at the flowers and shrubs and trees and discover in them an exquisiteness of contour, a vitality of edge, or a vigour of spring, as well as an infinite variety of colour that no artefact I have seen in the last sixty years can rival...each day, as I look, I wonder where my eyes were yesterday.