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

A goodlistener is not someone with nothing to say. A good listener is a good talkerwith a sore throat.

Knowingthat everything's futile but still fighting, still raging against the dying ofthe light that's what motivates me all the time ... If you hold that sense offutility in your head for too long, it can begin to eat into you. You canstill be aware of it

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

Every man is wanted; and no man is wanted much.

Zeal is fit only for wise men but is found mostly infools.

Now-a-days women don't hire domestic help-they marry it.

Luck never mad a mad man wise

All the power that we exercise over others depends on thepower we exercise over ourselves.

Nature hasgiven men one tongue and two ears, that we may hear twice as much as wespeak.

A lost battle is a battle one thinks one has lost.

Whenour knowing exceeds our sensing, we will no longer be deceived by theillusions of our senses.