Men are even lazier than they are timid, and fear most of all the inconveniences with which unconditional honesty and nakedness would burden them.

Men take only their needs into consideration - never their abilities.

There are two levers for moving men, interest and fear.

I choose to rise up out of that storm and see that in moments of desperation, fear, and helplessness, each of us can be a rainbow of hope, doing what we can to extend ourselves in kindness and grace to one another. And I know for sure that there is no them - there's only us.

In all of us, even in good men, there is a lawless wild-beast nature, which peers out in sleep.

We make our buildings and afterwards they make us. They regulate the course of our lives.