Every year the inventions of science weave more inextricably the web that binds man to man, group to group, nation to nation.

It is cynicism and fear that freeze life; it is faith that thaws it out, releases it, sets it free.

Hating people is like burning down your own house to get rid of a rat.

Nothing else matters much...not wealth, nor learning, nor even health...without this gift: the spiritual capacity to keep zest in living. This is the creed of creeds, the final deposit and distillation of all important faiths: that you should be able to believe in life.

Life is like a library owned by the author. In it are a few books which he wrote himself, but most of them were written for him.

He who cannot rest, cannot work; he who cannot let go, cannot hold on; he who cannot find footing, cannot go forward.

No horse gets anywhere until he is harnessed. No stream or gas drives anything until it is confined. No Niagara is ever turned into light and power until it is tunneled. No life ever grows great until it is focused, dedicated, disciplined.