Themost dramatic conflicts are perhaps, those that take place not between menbut between a man and himselfwhere the arena of conflict is a solitary mind.

The good things of life are not to be had singly, but come to us with a mixture; like a school boy's holiday, with a task affixed to the tail of it.

If we shake hands with icy fingures, it is because we have burnt them so horribly before.

Twoprisoners whose cells adjoin communicate with each other by knocking on thewall. The wall is the thing which separates them but is also their means ofcommunication. It is the same with us and God. Every separation is a link.

We thought, because we had power, we had wisdom.

Gossip is that which no one claims to like-but everybody enjoys.

The hearthas arguments with which the logic of mind is not acquainted.

Democracy is the art of disciplining onself, so that one need not be disciplined by others.

Nevermiss a good chance to shut up.

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

If you salute your duty,you need not salute anybody. But if u pollute ur duty, u hav 2 salute every body...." -ABDUL KALAM..

It is a good reader that makes a good book.