It often happens that what stares us in the face is the most difficult to perceive.

Over every living thing which is to spring up, to grow, to flower, to ripen during this day say again the words: This is my Body. And over every death-force which waits in readiness to corrode, to wither, to cut down, speak again your commanding words which express the supreme mystery of faith: This is my Blood.

The Age of Nations is past. The task before us now, if we would not perish, is to build the Earth.

That there is an evolution of one sort or another is now common ground among scientists. Whether or not that evolution is directed is another question.

Those who spread their sails in the right way to the winds of the earth will always find themselves born by a current towards the open seas.

The world is round so that friendship may encircle it.

The truth is, indeed, that love is the threshold of another universe.