I feel no need for any other faith than my faith in the kindness of human beings. I am so absorbed in the wonder of earth and the life upon it that I cannot think of heaven and angels.
Men and women should own the world as a mutual possession.
Les gens se sentent seuls quand ils rêvent .
The truly creative mind in any field is no more than this: A human creature born abnormally, inhumanly sensitive. To him... a touch is a blow, a sound is a noise, a misfortune is a tragedy, a joy is a...
Our society must make it right and possible for old people not to fear the young or be deserted by them, for the test of a civilization is the way that it cares for its helpless members.
There was no need to hurry that future—yet the length of his own youth pressed upon him. Whatever he was to do next he wanted to begin now. But how to begin and on what?
The secret of joy in work is contained in one word-excellence. To know how to do something well is to enjoy it.
Love dies only when growth stops.
The narrator refers to a character as an oily scoundrel whose hands were heavy with the money that stuck to them.
Inside myself is a place where I live all alone and that is where I renew my springs that never dry up.
Loneliness is only sweet to a man if it rids him of presences irksome and unwanted, and it is no longer sweet when the beloved presences are discovered.
Growth itself contains the germ of happiness.
To find joy in work is to discover the fountain of youth.
To serve is beautiful, but only if it is done with joy and a whole heart and a free mind.
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Pakdusan, Mount of Eternal Snow,
Fate is unalterable only in the sense that given a cause, a certain result must follow, but no cause is inevitable in itself, and man can shape his world if he does not resign himself to ignorance.
All things are possible until they are proved impossible and even the impossible may only be so, as of now.
The old deep sadness of life lay in the bottom of her heart and she knew it was there, but she would not allow herself to sink into it. Out of the dark and sullen bottom of a lake the lotus flowers bl...
The bitterest creature under heaven is the wife who discovers that her husband's bravery is only bravado, that his strength is only a uniform, that his power is but a gun in the hands of a fool.