The language of salesmanship was no doubt born with the first fashions in fig leaves in the garden of Eden. A strange concept has grown around it: if something is to be sold, inaccuracy is not immoral. Hence the art of advertisement - untruthfulness combined with repetition.

I have long come to believe that, more than any other destruction, our word-recklessness is endangering the future of us all.

One can only really travel if one lets oneself go and takes what every place brings without trying to turn it into a healthy private pattern of one's own and I suppose that is the difference between travel and tourism.

Most people, after accomplishing something, use it over and over again like a gramophone record till it cracks, forgetting that the past is just the stuff with which to make more future.

Few are the giants of the soul who actually feel that the human race is their family circle.

every frontier is doomed to produce an opposition beyond it. Nothing short of the universal can build the unfenced peace.

In one form or another, conscious or unconscious, we have all become propagandists; integrity alone can keep us truthful.