However it may be confounded or covered up or counterfeited, this elemental capacity to fight against injustice remains the distinguishing characteristic of human beings.

The opposite of courage in our society is not cowardice, it is conformity.

Courage is not the absence of despair; it is, rather, the capacity to move ahead in spite of despair.

Freedom is man's capacity to take a hand in his own development. It is our capacity to mold ourselves.

If you do not express your own original ideas, if you do not listen to your own being, you will have betrayed yourself.

Fortunately, however, we no longer have to argue that self -love is not only necessary and good but that it also is a prerequisite for loving others.

Communication leads to community, that is, to understanding, intimacy and mutual valuing.

Many people suffer from the fear of finding oneself alone, and so they don't find themselves at all.

Real freedom is the ability to pause between stimulus and response, and in that pause, choose.

In order to be open to creativity, one must have the capacity for constructive use of solitude. One must overcome the fear of being alone.

The schizoid man is the natural product of the technological man. It is one way to live and is increasingly utilized and it may explode into violence.

Love is bitter, death is sweet.

May God guide you on the new travel path.

You are a dust with beautiful spirit.

With a grin, I told her, "I'll have more than ten minutes' notice that this battle is coming. In that way, this might be the most prepared I've ever been.

Happiness grows at our firesides and is not to be picked in strangers' gardens.

I know politics and politicians are hated, but I still believe in goodness of a heart that has selfless intentions. With the grace of God, I will make a difference.

When I'm with you, my world is complete. When I touch you, I understand the meaning of life. When I lost you, I completely shattered. You. Own. Me.

For only by unlearning Wisdom comes.

Quos vilt perdere dementat' Whome the gods wish to destroy, they first drive made (Latin).

All the posters on the walls All the leaflets in the streets Are mutilated, destroyed or run in rain, Their words blotted out with tears, Skins peeling from their bodies In the victorious hurricane.