Science has promised us truth. It has never promised us either peace or happiness.

Astupid act entails doing the work twice over.

It is in our idleness, in our dreams, that submerged truth sometimes comes to top.

He that can't endure the bad, will not live to see thegood.

We have, I fear, confused power with greatness.

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

Youdon't have to worry about being bit if the dog doesn't have any teeth.Success has made failures of many men.

Voilence is a Just when kindness is vain

If youare standing upright, don't worry if your shadow is crooked.

A large ocean liner was headed across the Atlantic fromPortsmouth to New York. As it neared its destination at night, a lookout onthe wing of the bridge reported, ‘Light, bearing on the starboardbow.’‘Is it steady or moving astern?’ the captain called out

The most important things are the hardest to say, because words diminish them.

Conscience is the frame of character, love is the covering for it.