How do we create a harmonious society out of so many kinds of people? The key is tolerance -- the one value that is indispensable in creating community.

If the society today allows wrongs to go unchallenged, the impression is created that those wrongs have the approval of the majority.

We, as human beings, must be willing to accept people who are different from ourselves.

Just remember the world is not a playground but a schoolroom. Life is not a holiday but an education. One eternal lesson for us all: to teach us how better we should love.

Today, I am an inquisitor. I shall not sit here and be an idle spectator to the diminution, the subversion, the destruction of the Constitution.

Education remains the key to both economic and political empowerment.

A nation is formed by the willingness of each of us to share in the responsibility for upholding the common good.

Do not call for black power or green power. Call for brain power.

Think what a better world it would be if we all, the whole world, had cookies and milk about three o'clock every afternoon and then lay down on our blankets for a nap.

What the people want is very simple - they want an America as good as its promise.

It is a privilege to serve people, a privilege that must be earned, and once earned, there is an obligation to do something good with it.

One frequently hears that there are not enough places for people to go. But where do we not go? We are too many and tread too heavily. (Perhaps the world is to blame for being too small.)

Close only counts in horse shoes and hand grenades.

When I looked in his eyes, I just kept on walking.

Lessons hide in his wrinkles. Bells ding in the oldness of eyes. Did he by, any chance, tell children that there are such monstrous things as peace and goodwill...a corrupter of youth no doubt.

Plato calls complacency the companion of loneliness.

It was right then and there that she'd realized there was no quota on misery for people, no quantifiable threshold that once reached, got you miraculously taken out of the distress pool.

Don't regret your past...It has shaped you. Don't fear your future...It is yours to shape.

I don't know if you know it, J.B., but you're the sort of fellow who causes hundreds to fall under suspicion when he's found stabbed in his library with a paper-knife of Oriental design.

Love is the master-key that opens the gates of happiness, of hatred, of jealousy, and, most easily of all, the gate of fear.

I'm quite happy for my voice to be pushed up, whereas in the past I wanted it buried with the guitars, or part of the band, not like I was thinking of myself as 'the singer'.