But I know, somehow, that only when it is dark enough can you see the stars.

All the great things are simple, and many can be expressed in a single word: freedom, justice, honor, duty, mercy, hope.

Why should there not be a patient confidence in the ultimate justice of the people? Is there any better or equal hope in the world?

Out of the mountain of despair, a stone of hope.

Hope itself is a species of happiness, and, perhaps, the chief happiness which this world affords; but, like all other pleasures immoderately enjoyed, the excesses of hope must be expiated by pain.

Fear cannot be without hope nor hope without fear.

The thought of only being a creature of the present and the past was troubling. I longed for a future, too, with hope in it. The desire to be free, awakened my determination to act, to think, and to speak.

We must accept finite disappointment but never lose infinite hope.

Here the people could stand it no longer and complained of the long voyage; but the Admiral cheered them as best he could, holding out good hope of the advantages they would have.

God puts rainbows in the clouds so that each of us — in the dreariest and most dreaded moments — can see a possibility of hope.

The growth of the mind is the widening of the range of consciousness, and . . . each step forward has been a most painful and laborious achievement.

You must try to observe yourself more and more objectively, to look at everything in yourself as though another person.

If you talk to a man in a language he understands, that goes to his head. If you talk to him in his language, that goes to his heart.

Your body is precious. It is our vehicle for awakening. Treat it with care.

When you consider things like the stars, our affairs don't seem to matter very much, do they?

Let us affirm what seems to be the truth, that, whether one is or is not, one and the others in relation to themselves and one another, all of them, in every way, are and are not, and appear to be and appear not to be.

There is not one big cosmic meaning for all, there is only the meaning we each give to our life. . . To seek a total unity is wrong. To give as much meaning to one’s life as possible is right to me.

Amid the seeming confusion of our mysterious world, individuals are so nicely adjusted to a system, and systems to one another and to a whole, that, by stepping aside for a moment, a man exposes himself to a fearful risk of losing his place forever.

Consider the rights of others before your own feelings, and the feelings of others before your own rights.

If there is any one secret of success, it lies in the ability to get the other persons point of view and see things from his angle as well as your own.

On some preference esteem is based; to esteem everything is to esteem nothing.