The Past: Our cradle, not our prison; there is danger as well as appeal in its glamour. The past is for inspiration, not imitation, for continuation, not repetition.

The way Bernard Shaw believes in himself is very refreshing in these atheistic days when so many people believe in no God at all.

In the din and tumult of the age, the still small voice of Jerusalem remains our only music.

I hate French poetry. What measured glitter!

No, the real American has not yet arrived. He is only in the Crucible, I tell you - he will be the fusion of all races, perhaps the coming superman.

As soon as you tolerate something, it becomes bearable, and before long it will become common.

Until mankind heeds the message on the Hebrew trumpet blown, and the faith of the whole world's people is the faith that is our own.