As in everything else, I find that age is not good for much, that one becomes deafer and less sensitive. Also, the higher up the mountain you climb, the less of a view you get. A mist closes in and cheats you of the hoped-for and expected opportunity to see far and wide.

I am in the world to change the world.

It is my duty to voice the sufferings of humankind, the never-ending sufferings heaped mountain high. This is my task, but it is not an easy one to fulfill.

Pacifism simply is not a matter of calm looking on; it is work, hard work.

Every war carries within it the war which will answer it. Every war is answered by a new war, until everything, everything is smashed.

Old ideas die hard. We've had thousands of years of women having almost no rights. Parts of the world are in a struggle toward very basic human rights for women, and most of the world isn't even there yet. And it's going to take a long time to change these attitudes.

It seems to me nowadays that the most important task for someone who is aging is to spread love and warmth whenever possible.