Too much of a good thing is toxic

The lesson we are indebted to Egypt for, our future generations learned that in the face of oppression silence is never golden.

Democracy should always be viewed with a philosophical perspective rather than a political one, because after all democracy was born to a philosopher and murdered by a politician.

In politics, the pen is at its heaviest because it is weighed down by the collective responsibility it holds towards its people and their future in the eyes of the world.

Faith is intrinsic to humanity and the freedom to practice one's religion is a right no power can deny

We all think we understand love yet we fail to see that no two loves are the same

In a sea of human beings, it is difficult, at times even impossible, to see the human as being.

The cost of war is like an immeasurable tremor that knows no borders, its shockwaves reverberating across the world resulting in universal suffering.

History is not always pessimistic for if World War II Europe has taught us anything it is that the rebuilding of cities is possible and the mending of a nation’s spirit can be achieved.

Every woman, hell, every man should be a feminist, that is the only way to render this word obsolete.

The word feminism has become synonymous with man-hating when in fact it has more to do with women than men.

As for diet, there is no biblical diet that is required for God’s people today as there was in the Old Testament.

Socialism is the ideal state, but it can never be achieved while man is so selfish.

Alone. The saddest word in the world.

Don't cry over spilled milk

You have to be literate in today's world. We're not going to get away with not teaching boys to read.

I have no idea what's going to happen. Who knows - if they can't afford to buy a boat, maybe they buy a print. Who knows what happens with their buck?

I have my own charity organization in Berlin called Ruckenwind, which supports kids from - ya - not ideal backgrounds.

Creativity is harnessing universality and making it flow through your eyes.

So the poor instead of bread made do with a picture of the bleeding scourged and nailed-up Christ and prayed to that image of their helplessness

My soul to-day Is far away Sailing the Vesuvian Bay.