Pleasant words are the food of love.

Peoplespend a lifetime searching for happiness; looking for peace. They chase idledreams, addictions, religions, even other people, hoping to fill theemptiness that plagues them. The irony is the only place they ever needed tosearch was within.

Any man can make mistakes but only an idiot persists in his error.

Onehour of thoughtful solitude may nerve the heart for days of conflict girdingup its armor to meet the most insidious foe.

Freedom suppressed and again regained bites with keener fangs that freedom never endangered.

Silence, along with modesty, is a great aid to conversation.

A man without a smiling face must not open a shop.

Useful manual labour, intelligently performed is the means per excellence for developing the intellect.

Humour is a hole that lets the sawdust out of a stuffed shirt.

Without trust, words become the hollow sound of a woodengong. With trust, words become life itself.

Anyone whoconducts an argument by appealing to authority is not using his intelligence,just his memory.

Whohath not known ill fortune, never knew himself, or his own virtue.