The tragedy of human life consists in our vain attempts to stretch the limits of things which can never become unlimited, to reach the infinite by absurdly adding to the rungs of the ladder of the finite.

The significance which is in unity is an eternal wonder.

Life finds its wealth by the claims of the world, and its worth by the claims of love.

Spurious fame spreads from tongue to tongue like the fog of the early dawn before the sun rises.

He only has freedom who ideally loves freedom himself and is glad to extend it to others. He who cares to have slaves must chain himself to them. He who builds walls to create exclusion for others builds walls across his own freedom. He who distrusts freedom in others loses his moral right to it.

He who wants to do good knocks at the gate: he who loves finds the door open.

Dreams can never be made captive.