Today continuing poverty and distress are a deeper and more important cause of international tensions, of the conditions that can produce war, than previously.

How can there be peace without people understanding each other; and how can this be if they don't know each other?

The best defence of peace is not power, but the removal of the causes of war, and international agreements which will put peace on a stronger foundation, than the terror of destruction.

The only failures are those who fail to try.

As a soldier, I survived World War I when most of my comrades did not.

We must keep on trying to solve problems, one by one, stage by stage, if not on the basis of confidence and cooperation, at least on that of mutual toleration and self-interest.

Understanding the nature of conflict leads to peace.

The choice, however, is as clear now for nations as it was once for the individual: peace or extinction.

It has too often been too easy for rulers and governments to incite man to war.

We are all descendants of Adam, and we are all products of racial miscegenation.

Diplomacy is letting someone else have your way.

Who’s driving the boat?”Over the motor, I heard girls screaming at us the instant before we crashed.

If someone can handle you at your worst, they'll stick around for your best.

It is one of the great charms of books that they have to end.

Like the creatures of the forest and the sea, I love To lose myself for a while.

Ever since 9/11, I found myself interested in chronicling the war and the war on terror and the way that this giant machinery was affecting individuals.

If you die, I will bury you in the sandhills with all the other runners.

At Berkeley I had my first encounter with real professional scientists.

I'm in a position now where I can play certain roles and when I get older, I won't be able to. So, I don't have a strategy of trying to grow up too quick, I just want to kind of look at everything.

By the time a man notices that he is no longer young, his youth has long since left him.

Though varying wishes, hopes, and fears, Fever'd the progress of these years, Yet now, days, weeks, and months but seem The recollection of a dream.