Man invents the most inhuman armaments to assault others so like himself that uniforms are needed to distinguish between friend and foe.

Borders I have never seen one. But I have heard they exist in the minds of some people.

One learns more from listening than speaking.And both the wind and the people who continue to live close to nature still have much to tell us which we cannot hear within university walls.

In my experience, it is rarer to find a really happy person in a circle of millionaires than among vagabonds.

It is progress when a centuries-old oak is cut down to give space for a road sign.

I also believe that when one dies, one may wake up to the reality that proves that time does not exist.

For every minute, the future is becoming the past.

In fighting nature, man can win every battle except the last. If he should win that too, he will perish, like an embryo cutting its own umbilical cord.

Progress is man's ability to complicate simplicity.

We have always been taught that navigation is the result of civilization, but modern archeology has demonstrated very clearly that this is not so.

It is progress when weapons are improved to kill more people at a longer range.

It has been preached in every country, taught everywhere, but only believed in by a few, because until we get the experience ourselves, we cannot believe in it.

At every stage in life you think about death. But teenagers especially are sort of invincible. They're not supposed to be thinking about dying yet, or else they'd be too afraid to live.

There's a level of immersion that is perfect and there's a level that, for my taste, starts to actually exceed what the screen can provide. At that point, you're kind of overexceeding yourself.

The very notion of superiority of one kind over another will have to disappear, although differences among kind will remain.

I heart Jewish girls... oh my God.

Don't be afraid to tread new ground, but do a sanity test.

[Billy Strayhorn] understood the violin as well as he understood Jazz, and he wrote for the violin as a violin.

I like the immaterial world. I like to live among thoughts and images of the past and the possible, and even of the impossible, now and then.

Prayer is not so much a way to find God as a way of resting in him...who loves us, who is near to us.

We need to treat each other with consideration. In my world, the squeaky wheel does not get the grease.