 A civilization is built on what is required of men, not on that which is provided for them. |
| True happiness comes from the joy of deeds well done, the zest of creating things new. |
| You become responsible, forever, for what you have tamed. |
| War is not an adventure. It is a disease. It is like typhus. |
| The meaning of things lies not in the things themselves, but in our attitude towards them. |
| The time for action is now. It's never too late to do something. |
| I have no right, by anything I do or say, to demean a human being in his own eyes. What matters is not what I think of him; it is what he thinks of himself. To undermine a man's self-respect is a sin. |
| Perfection is achieved, not when there is nothing more to add, but when there is nothing left to take away. |
| The notion of looking on at life has always been hateful to me. What am I if I am not a participant? In order to be, I must participate. |
| Grown-ups never understand anything for themselves, and it is tiresome for children to be always and forever explaining things to them. |
| How could there be any question of acquiring or possessing, when the one thing needful for a man is to become - to be at last, and to die in the fullness of his being. |
| It is in the compelling zest of high adventure and of victory, and in creative action, that man finds his supreme joys. |
| We say nothing essential about the cathedral when we speak of its stones. We say nothing essential about Man when we seek to define him by the qualities of men. |
| A chief is a man who assumes responsibility. He says "I was beaten," he does not say "My men were beaten". |
| Of what worth are convictions that bring not suffering? |
| The aeroplane has unveiled for us the true face of the earth. |
| Life has meaning only if one barters it day by day for something other than itself. |
| It is such a secret place, the land of tears. |
| Once men are caught up in an event, they cease to be afraid. Only the unknown frightens men. |
| Transport of the mails, transport of the human voice, transport of flickering pictures-in this century as in others our highest accomplishments still have the single aim of bringing men together. |
