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

Concentration of wealth will never be a problem as long as we have those three great institutions for redistributing it: Taxes, wives, offspring.

A bad word whispered will echo a hundred miles.

Science has promised us truth. It has never promised us either peace or happiness.

Bekind, for everyone you meet is fighting a hard battle.

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

A faithful friend is medicine of Life.

Don'tclose the barn door after the horse runs away.

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

Negotiatingin the classic diplomatic sense assumes parties are more anxious to agreethan to disagree.

Have adialogue between the two opposing parts and you will find that they alwaysstart out fighting each other until we come to an appreciation of difference... a oneness and integration of the two opposingforces. Then the civil war is finished, and your e

Thetime to repair the roof is when the sun is shining.