I hate war... for the dictatorships it puts in the place of democracies, and for the starvation that stalks after it.

Bitterness imprisons life; love releases it.

In the foothills of the Himalayas, one hears the prayer: "Oh Lord, we know not what is good for us. You know what it is. For it we pray."

Self-pity gets you nowhere. But insight to see that something can be done with the second-bests and adventurous daring to try might be a handle to take hold of.

I hate war... for the dictatorships it puts in the place of democracies, and for the starvation that stalks after it.

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

Life consists not simply in what heredity and environment do to us, but in what we make out of what they do to us