The best part of the art of living is to know how to grow old gracefully.

Up to now, America has not been a good milieu for the rise of a mass movement. What starts out here as a mass movement ends up as a racket, a cult, or a corporation.

To our real, naked selves there is not a thing on earth or in heaven worth dying for. It is only when we see ourselves as actors in a staged (and therefore unreal) performance that death loses its frightfulness and finality and becomes an act of make-believe and a theatrical gesture. It is one of the main tasks of a real leader to mask the grim reality of dying and killing by evoking in his followers the illusion that they are participating in a grandiose spectacle, a solemn or lighthearted dramatic performance.

The world leans on us. When we sag, the whole world seems to droop.

There is always a chance that he who sets himself up as his brother's keeper will end up by being his jail-keeper.

The weakness of a soul is proportionate to the number of truths that must be kept from it.

No one has a right to happiness.