To wonder is to begin to understand.

Liberalism -- it is well to recall this today -- is the supreme form of generosity; it is the right which the majority concedes to minorities and hence it is the noblest cry that has ever resounded in this planet. It announces the determination to share existence with the enemy; more than that, with an enemy which is weak.

Life is a series of collisions with the future; it is not the sum of what we have been, but what we yearn to be.

Liberalism... is the noblest cry that has ever resounded in this planet.

Our firmest convictions are apt to be the most suspect; they mark our limitations and our bounds. Life is a petty thing unless it is moved by the indomitable urge to extend its boundaries.

Whoever has not felt the danger of our times palpitating under his hand, has not really penetrated to the vitals of destiny, he has merely pricked the surface.

The well being of democracies regardless of their type and status is dependent on one small technical detail: The right to vote. Everything else is secondary.