Humanism is the creed of those who believe that in the circle of enwrapping mystery, men's fates are in their own hands - a faith that for modern man is becoming the only possible faith.

It isn't enough to love people because they're good to you, or because in some way or other you're going to get something by it. We have to love because we love loving.

Men are in fact, quite unable to control their own inventions; they at best develop adaptability to the new conditions those inventions create.

Religion was nearly dead because there was no longer real belief in future life; but something was struggling to take its place - service - social service - the ants creed, the bees creed.

We are all familiar with the argument: Make war dreadful enough, and there will be no war. And we none of us believe it.

The beginnings and endings of all human undertakings are untidy, the building of a house, the writing of a novel, the demolition of a bridge, and, eminently, the finish of a voyage.

The law is what it is-a majestic edifice, sheltering all of us, each stone of which rests on another.