Girls .. . were allowed to play in the house . . . and boys were sent outdoors. . .Boys ran around in the yard with toy guns going kksshh-kksshh,fighting wars for made-up reasons and arguing about whowas dead, while girls stayed inside and played with dol

Fortunatelypsychoanalysis is not the only way to resolve inner conflicts. Life itselfstill remains a very effective therapist.

Facts do not cease to exist because they are ignored.

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

In themiddle of every difficulty lies opportunity.

Itmatters not whether you win or lose; what matters is whether I win or lose.

You made your bed, now lie in it.

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.

Aquarrel is like buttermilk: once it's out of the churn, the more you shakeit, the more sour it grows.

There'sno point in arguing with partisan supporters. Their views are their identity.Nothing you can tell the most phlegmatic follower.

The good things of life are not to be had singly, but come to us with a mixture; like a school boy's holiday, with a task affixed to the tail of it.

Nevercut what you can untie.