Believing that soom good can be derived from every event is a better preposition than that everything happens for the best, which is assuredly does not.

Hearme, my chiefs! I am tired. My heart is sick and sad. From where the sun nowstands, I will fight no more forever.

The art of life is the avoiding of pain.

Love arrives on tiptoe and bangs the door when it leaves.

Tranquility will roof a house, but discord can wear away the foundation of a city.

Aclosed mind is like a closed book; just a block of wood.

The exercise of power is determined by thousands ofinteractions between the world of the powerful and that of the powerless, allthe more so because these worlds are never divided by a sharp line: everyonehas a small part of himself in both.

If pain could have cured us, we should have long ago been saved.

Neverforget the power of silence, that massively disconcerting pause which goes onand on and may at last induce an opponent to babble and backtrack nervously.

Constantrepetition carries conviction.

A caricature is always ture only for an instant.

Prayer changes things by changing people.