The best way to uncolor the Negro is to give the white man a white heart.

For every beauty there is an eye somewhere to see it. For every truth there is an ear somewhere to hear it. For every love there is a heart somewhere to receive it.

To go through life without love is to travel through the world in a carriage with closed windows.

Few can tell what they know without also showing what they do not know.

As the sea is beautiful not only in calm but also in storm, so is happiness found not only in peace but also in strife.

For every love there is a heart somewhere to receive it.

The wise man hath his thoughts in his head; the fool, on his tongue.

Men are willing to admit that they are sinners, but not that they are sinning.

The furnace which melts gold, also hardens clay. Before blaming thy fate, therefore, find whether thou art gold or clay.

Love is not like the echo, which returneth only what is given; but, rather, like the pump, which returneth by the pail what it received by the pint.

A half-truth does more mischief than a whole lie.

A judge is a law student who marks his own examination papers.

This is a silly place. Half the world has no clean water. The other half has so much that they pooh in it.

Poetry is ordinary language raised to the Nth power. Poetry is boned with ideas, nerved and blooded with emotions, all held together by the delicate, tough skin of words.

Can you imagine having a love affair going on and on decade after decade? Macabre.

It's not possible to solve the climate crisis while we continue to expand fracking.

Those who act will fail. Those who seize will lose.

Complete free trade is not politically feasible. Why? Because it's only in the general interest and in no one's special interest.

I will say that art may well be the only thing that lasts, so I guess it's worth trying.

I think a lot of philosophers get so absorbed and distracted from the real matters of the world that they get lost in irrelevant sub-details.

The distinguishing characteristics of mind are of a subjective sort; we know them only from the contents of our own consciousness.