I respect my boundaries. I insist that others respect them, too.

If you want to be successful, you must respect one rule: never lie to yourself.

It is clear that the individual who persecutes a man, his brother, because he is not of the same opinion, is a monster.

To laugh often and much; to win the respect of intelligent people and the affection of children; to earn the appreciation of honest critics and endure the betrayal of false friends; to appreciate the beauty; to find the best in others; to leave the world a bit better, whether by a healthy child, a garden patch Or a redeemed social condition; to know even one life has breathed easier because you have lived. This is to have succeeded!

Many people resented my impatience and honesty, but I never cared about acceptance as much as I cared about respect.

I refuse to accept the idea that the “isness” of man’s present nature makes him morally incapable of reaching up for the “oughtness” that forever confronts him.

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.

There is only one corner of the universe you can be certain of improving, and that’s your own self.

The world will ask you who you are, and if you don't know, the world will tell you.

No man is born unto himself alone; who lives unto himself, he lives to none.

He who has peace of mind disturbs neither himself nor another.

I do not know what I may appear to the world; but to myself I seem to have been only like a boy playing on the seashore, and diverting myself in now and then finding a smoother pebble or a prettier shell than ordinary, whilst the great ocean of truth lay all undiscovered before me.