Thereare no secrets. There is no mystery. There is only common sense.

An artist is a cut above the critic, for the artist is writing something which will move the critic. The critic is writing something which will move everybody but the artist

Treatpeople as if they were, what they ought to be andyou help them become what they are capable of being.

Watching small men at work reconciles to the great.

Ifpassion drives you, let reason hold the reins.

Donot wrong or hate your neighbor for it is not he that you wrong but yourself.

There isnothing more likely to start disagreement among people or countries than anagreement.

In loving, you lean on some one to hold him up.

Knowingthat everything's futile but still fighting, still raging against the dying ofthe light that's what motivates me all the time ... If you hold that sense offutility in your head for too long, it can begin to eat into you. You canstill be aware of it

Power never takes a back step only in the face of morepower.

The mostdramatic conflicts are perhaps, those that take place not between men butbetween a man and himself where the arena of conflict is a solitary mind.

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.