Disappointment is a sort of bankruptcy - the bankruptcy of a soul that expends too much in hope and expectation.
Creativity is the ability to introduce order into the randomness of nature.
Craving, not having, is the mother of a reckless giving of oneself.
Compassion is the antitoxin of the soul: where there is compassion even the most poisonous impulses remain relatively harmless.
Rudeness is a weak imitation of strength.
Someone who thinks the world is always cheating him is right. He is missing that wonderful feeling of trust in someone or something.
Faith in a holy cause is to a considerable extent a substitute for lost faith in ourselves.
It is the around-the-corner brand of hope that prompts people to action, while the distant hope acts as an opiate.
It is not actual suffering but the taste of better things which excites people to revolt.
It is not so much the example of others we imitate as the reflection of ourselves in their eyes and the echo of ourselves in their words.
Take away hatred from some people, and you have men without faith.
It is remarkable by how much a pinch of malice enhances the penetrating power of an idea or an opinion. Our ears, it seems, are wonderfully attuned to sneers and evil reports about our fellow men.
It is the awareness of unfulfilled desires which gives a nation the feeling that it has a mission and a destiny.
It is the child in man that is the source of his uniqueness and creativeness, and the playground is the optimal milieu for the unfolding of his capacities and talents.
It is the malady of our age that the young are so busy teaching us that they have no time left to learn.