We have, I fear, confused power with greatness.

Aperson whose heart is not content is like a snake which tries to swallow anelephant.

The poet gives us his essence, but prose takes the mould of the body and mind entire.

If you don't know where you're going, you'll end upsomewhere else.

It is a strange desire, to seek power, and to loseliberty; or to seek power over others, and to lose power over a man's self.

Nevermistake silence for agreement.

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

Failingto plan is planning to fail.

There is no comparison between that which is last by not succeding and that what is last by not trying.

Power gravitates to the man who knows how.

To do what others cannot do is talent. To do what talent cannot do is genius.

Peoplewho can't admit they are part of the problem, will never be part of itssolution.