The whole problem with the world is that fools and fanatics are always so certain of themselves, and wiser people so full of doubts.

Cynicism such as one finds very frequently among the most highly educated young men and women of the West, results from the combination of comfort and powerlessness.

Love should be a tree whose roots are deep in the earth, but whose branches extend into heaven.

The good life is one inspired by love and guided by knowledge.

When I was a child . . . Only virtue was prized, virtue at the expense of intellect, health, happiness, and every mundane good.

Suppose atomic bombs had reduced the population of the world to one brother and sister; should they let the human race die out?

I cannot escape from the conclusion that the great ages of progress have depended upon a small number of individuals of transcendent ability.