In my experience, it is rarer to find a really happy person in a circle of millionaires than among vagabonds.

It is progress when a centuries-old oak is cut down to give space for a road sign.

I have never been able to grasp the meaning of time. I don't believe it exists. I've felt this again and again, when alone and out in nature. On such occasions, time does not exist. Nor does the future exist.

Circumstances cause us to act the way we do. We should always bear this in mind before judging the actions of others. I realized this from the start during World War II.

It is progress when weapons are improved to kill more people at a longer range.

One learns more from listening than speaking.And both the wind and the people who continue to live close to nature still have much to tell us which we cannot hear within university walls.

In my experience, it is rarer to find a really happy person in a circle of millionaires than among vagabonds.