On the whole$$$ human beings want to be good$$$ but not too good$$$ and not quite all the time.

To an ordinary human being$$$ love means nothing if it does not mean loving some people more than others

No sentimentality$$$ comrade...The only good human being is a dead one.

There are occasions when it pays better to fight and be beaten than not to fight at all.

It is a mysterious thing$$$ the loss of faith as mysterious as faith itself.

Life begins where fear ends.

The type of human being we prefer reveals the contours of our heart.

It was not by making yourself heard but by staying sane that you carried on the human heritage.

There are no secrets about the world of nature. There are secrets about the thoughts and intentions of men.

If you take a flower in your hand and really look at it$$$ it's your world for a moment.