Creative people have to be fed from the divine source.

Each morning we must hold out the chalice of our being to receive, to carry, and give back. It must be held out empty - for the past must only be reflected in its polish, its shape, its capacity.

If even dying is to be made a social function, then, grant me the favor of sneaking out on tiptoe without disturbing the party.

Forgiving is forgetting, in spite of remembering.

We cannot afford to forget any experience, not even the most painful.

Everything will be all right - you know when? When people, just people, stop thinking of the United Nations as a weird Picasso abstraction and see it as a drawing they made themselves.

Our work for peace must begin within the private world of each of us. To build for man a world without fear, we must be without fear. To build a world of justice, we must be just.