Someone sits at a table or lies on a sofa while staring motionless at a wall or ceiling. Once in a while this person writes down seven lines, only to cross out one of them 15 minutes later, and then another hour passes, during which nothing happens. Who could stand to watch this kind of thing?
The worker must have bread, but she must have roses, too. Help, you women of privilege, give her the ballot to fight with.
The old Inquisition had its rack and its thumbscrews and its instruments of torture with iron teeth.
The pleasure of reading is doubled when one lives with another who shares the same books.
People can be only divided into good or bad; their race, religion, nationality don’t matter.
A religious man is a person who holds God and man in one thought at one time, at all times, who suffers harm done to others, whose greatest passion is compassion, whose greatest strength is love and defiance of despair.
Sometimes I really have a spiritual need to say something more general about the world, and sometimes something personal.
Self-respect is the fruit of discipline; the sense of dignity grows with the ability to say no to oneself.
Never lie when the truth is more profitable.
A test of a people is how it behaves toward the old. It is easy to love children. Even tyrants and dictators make a point of being fond of children. But the affection and care for the old, the incurable, the helpless are the true gold mines of a culture.