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.

I am myself and what is around me, and if I do not save it, it shall not save me.

A revolution only lasts fifteen years, a period which coincides with the effectiveness of a generation.

Life is the external text, the burning bush by the edge of the path from which God speaks.

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.

All we are given is possibilities — to make ourselves one thing or another.