Deep-seatedpreferences cannot be argued about.

If your mouth turns into a knife, it will cut off yourlips.

If an enemyis annoying you by playing well, consider adopting his strategy.

Fourthings come not back: the spoken word, the spent arrow, the past life, and theneglected opportunity.

My green thumb came only as a result of the mistakes I made while learning tosee things from the plant's point of view.

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

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

Nevermistake silence for agreement.

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.

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.

Hearme, my chiefs! I am tired. My heart is sick and sad. From where the sun nowstands, I will fight no more forever.

Thegalleries are full of critics. They play no ball, they fight no fights. Theymake no mistakes because they attempt nothing. Down in the arena are thedoers. They make mistakes because they try many things. The man who makes nomistakes lacks boldness and