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.

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

By the cigars they smoke, and the composers they love, ye shall know the texture of men's souls.

Honesty of thought and speech and written word is a jewel, and they who curb prejudice and seek honorably to know and speak the truth are the only builders of a better life.

Love has no age, no limit; and no death.

One's eyes are what one is, one's mouth is what one becomes.

See what perils do environ those who meddle with hot iron.