Our passionate preoccupation with the sky, the stars, and a God somewhere in outer space is a homing impulse. We are drawn back to where we came from.

He who has nothing and wants something is less frustrated than he who has something and wants more.

It is thus with most of us; we are what other people say we are. We know ourselves chiefly by hearsay.

We cannot win the weak by sharing our wealth with them. They feel our generosity as oppression.

Glory is largely a theatrical concept. There is no striving for glory without a vivid awareness of an audience.

There are many who find a good alibi far more attractive than an achievement. For an achievement does not settle anything permanently. We still have to prove our worth anew each day; we have to prove that we are as good today as we were yesterday. But when we have a valid alibi for not achieving anything we are fixed, so to speak, for life.

What monstrosities would walk the streets were some people's faces as unfinished as their minds.