It is thus with most of us; we are what other people say we are. We know ourselves chiefly by hearsay.

The Paleolithic hunters who painted the unsurpassed animal murals on the ceiling of the cave at Altamira had only rudimentary tools. Art is older than production for use, and play older than work. Man was shaped less by what he had to do than by what he did in playful moments. It is the child in man that is the source of his uniqueness and creativeness, and the playground is the optimal milieu for the unfolding of his capacities.

Rudeness is the weak man's imitation of strength.

The poor on the borderline of starvation live purposeful lives. To be engaged in a desperate struggle for food and shelter is to be wholly free from a sense of futility.

The only way to predict the future is to have power to shape the future.

Power corrupts the few, while weakness corrupts the many.

Our sense of power is more vivid when we break a man's spirit than when we win his heart.

Someone who thinks the world is always cheating him is right. He is missing that wonderful feeling of trust in someone or something.

We have perhaps a natural fear of ends. We would rather be always on the way than arrive. Given the means, we hang on to them and often forget the ends.