The longest journey is the journey inward.
I never discuss discussions.
Life yields only to the conqueror. Never accept what can be gained by giving in. You will be living off stolen goods, and your muscles will atrophy.
The UN wasn't created to take mankind into paradise, but rather, to save humanity from hell.
Praise those of your critics for whom nothing is up to standard.
There is a point at which everything becomes simple and there is no longer any question of choice, because all you have staked will be lost if you look back. Life's point of no return.
We are not permitted to choose the frame of our destiny. But what we put into it is ours.
To forgive oneself? No, that doesn't work: we have to be forgiven. But we can only believe this is possible if we ourselves can forgive.
The Assembly has witnessed over the last weeks how historical truth is established; once an allegation has been repeated a few times, it is no longer an allegation, it is an established fact, even if no evidence has been brought out in order to support it.
For all that has been thanks. For all that will be yes.
I am the vessel. The draft is God's. And God is the thirsty one.
In the last analysis, it is our conception of death which decides our answers to all the questions that life puts to us.
Everything will be all right - you know when? When people, just people, stop thinking of the United Nations as a weird Picasso abstraction and see it as a drawing they made themselves.
Pray that your loneliness may spur you into finding something to live for, great enough to die for.
Your body must become familiar with its death - in all its possible forms and degrees - as a self-evident, imminent, and emotionally neutral step on the way towards the goal you have found worthy of your life.
Never, ‘for the sake of peace and quiet,' deny your own experience or convictions.
The myths have always condemned those who 'looked back.' Condemned them, whatever the paradise may have been which they were leaving. Hence this shadow over each departure from your decision.
Time goes by, reputation increases, ability declines.
If even dying is to be made a social function, then, grant me the favor of sneaking out on tiptoe without disturbing the party.
If only I may grow: firmer, simpler, quieter, warmer.
Those who invoke history will certainly be heard by history. And they will have to accept its verdict.