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.

A foolshows his annoyance at once, but a prudent man overlooks an insult.

The man who opts for revenge should dig two graves.

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.

We willbe known by the tracks we leave behind.

If pain could have cured us, we should have long ago been saved.

Even a fish wouldn't get into trouble if it kept its mouth shut.

Resolvingconflict is rarely about who is right. It is about acknowledgment andappreciation of differences.

Happiness is the art of making a bouquet of those flowers within reach.

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

Compromiseis never anything but an ignoble truce between the duty of a man and theterror of a coward.

Reasonguides but a small part of man, and the rest obeys feeling, true or false,and passion, good or bad.