Between grief and nothing I will take Grief.

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

We arejudged by what we finish, not what we start.

No onecan persuade another to change. Each of us guards a gate of change that canonly be opened from the inside. We cannot open the gate of another, either byargument or emotional appeal.

Arise, awake and stop not till the goal is reached.

Opportunists take now for an answer.

It is better to trust and sometimes be disappointed thanto be forever mistrusting and be right occasionally.

The aimof argument, or of discussion, should not be victory, but progress.

Failureto prepare is preparing to fail.

No doctor is a good doctor who has never been ill himself.

When youhave to make a choice and you don't make it, that itself is a choice.

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