Dear young people, let yourselves be taken over by the light of Christ, and spread that light wherever you are.

Let us remember the past with gratitude, live the present with enthusiasm, and look forward to the future with confidence.

I plead with you--never, ever give up on hope, never doubt, never tire, and never become discouraged. Be not afraid.

The ultimate test of your greatness is the way you treat every human being.

Do not forget that true love sets no conditions; it does not calculate or complain, but simply loves.

If you want peace, work for justice. If you want justice, defend life. If you want life, embrace truth.

The way Jesus shows you is not easy. Rather, it is like a path winding up a mountain. Do not lose heart! The steeper the road, the faster it rises towards ever wider horizons.

Nobody is so poor he has nothing to give, and nobody is so rich he has nothing to receive.

Allow the light and the healing presence of Christ to shine brightly through your lives. In that way, all those who come in contact with you will discover the loving kindness of God.

Freedom consists not in doing what we like, but in having the right to do what we ought.

We are not the sum of our weaknesses and failures, we are the sum of the Father's love for us and our real capacity to become the image of His Son Jesus.

Discipline sets you free.

The feeling of being hurt, is the proof that you are in love.

[M]an is not permitted without censure to follow his own thoughts in the search of truth, when they lead him ever so little out of the common road.

Breath belongs to Mehay. Ecl has no use for it.

I am tired with hyphenated Americans! We are not Indian-Americans, or African-Americans.

Other people have talked about chimpanzees being a window into the past, which I suppose is true, in a way.

I'd never have written the big books in London.

At best the principles that economists have supposed the choices of rational individuals to satisfy can be presented as guidelines for us to consider when we make our decisions.

Humanity is best described as inhumanity.

My dad died when I was 17. He had heart and other problems. He was a good father, lots of love. But he was affected by it. When he died, mom picked up the reins and raised six boys all on her own.