It seemed rather incongruous that in a society of super sophisticatedcommunication, we often suffer from a shortage of listeners.

Patience is bitter, but its fruit is sweet.

The past is always dogging our heals, striving ceaselessly to banish the present.

Standingin the middle of the road is very dangerous; you get knocked down by thetraffic from both sides.

As we grow old...the beauty steals inwards.

Thisduality has been reflected in classical as well as modern literature asreason versus passion, or mind versus intuition. The split between the ‘conscious’mind and the ‘unconscious.’ There are moments in each of ourlives when our verbal-intellect sugges

The civilisation of one epoch becomes the manure of the next.

Any man's death diminishes me, because i am involved in mankind; and, therefore, never tend to know for whom the bell tolls. It tolls for thee.

A half-truth won for ourselves is worth more than a whole truth learned from others.

The onesure way to conciliate a tiger is to allow oneself to be devoured.

Well done is better than well said.

Mandoes not live by words alone, despite the fact that sometimes he has to eatthem.