I thought I was a revolutionary and was only an evolutionary.

When Michelangelo was an old man, he drew himself sitting in a child's pushcart.

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.

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

There are moments on most days when I feel a deep and sincere gratitude, when I sit at the open window, and there is a blue sky or moving clouds.

No longer diverted by other emotions, I work the way a cow grazes.