There are many who find a good alibi far more attractive than an achievement.

It is to escape the responsibility for failure that the weak so eagerly throw themselves into grandiose undertakings.

Children are the keys of paradise.

To a man utterly without a sense of belonging, mere life is all that matters. It is the only reality in an eternity of nothingness, and he clings to it with shameless despair.

Nothing comes easily. My work smells of sweat.

To the old, the new is usually bad news.

There can be no mass movement without some deliberate misrepresentation of facts.