About loving, I have little to learn from the young.

We have to believe that every person counts, counts as a creative force that can move mountains.

A holiday gives one a chance to look backward and forward; to reset oneself by an inner compass.

I suppose real old age begins when one looks backward rather than forward

Public education was not founded to give society what it wants. Quite the opposite.

It is possible, I suppose, that we are returning to a Dark Age. What is frightening is that violence is not only represented by nations, but everywhere walks among us freely.

Does one come to enjoy even the hardships that help make one the person one is? Or is it that the past becomes a legend to be remembered with laughter?