What the New Yorker calls home would seem like a couple of closets to most Americans yet he manages not only to live there but also to grow trees and cockroaches right on the premises.

One never reaches home but wherever friendly paths intersect the whole world looks like home for a time.

If the history of the past fifty years teaches us anything it is that peace does not follow disarmament - disarmament follows peace.

History teaches us that men and nations behave wisely once they have exhausted all other alternatives.

This is the lesson that history teaches: repetition.

History teaches that war begins when governments believe the price of aggression is cheap.

Truth is a deep kindness that teaches us to be content in our everyday life and share with the people the same happiness.

Happiness comes only when we push our brains and hearts to the farthest reaches of which we are capable.

I will always listen to my coaches. But first I listen to my body. If what they tell me suits my body great. If my body doesn't feel good with what they say then always my body comes first.

Great is the power of habit. It teaches us to bear fatigue and to despise wounds and pain.