Always the dullness of the fool is the whetstone of the wits

A man's real life is that accorded to him in the thoughtd other man by reason of respect or natural love.

The larger the island of knowledge, the longer the shoreline of wonder.

Aclosed mind is like a closed book; just a block of wood.

Pleasant words are the food of love.

Far better to think historically, to remember the lessonsof the past. Thus, far better to conceive of power as consisting in part ofthe knowledge of when not to use all the power you have. Far better to be onewho knows that if you reserve the power not to

Trust exists; only lies are invented.

Whenyou plant lettuce, if it does not grow well, you don't blame the lettuce. Youlook for reasons it is not doing well. It may need fertilizer, or more water,or less sun. You never blame the lettuce. Yet if we have problems with ourfriends or our family,

Whenmen and women agree, it is only in their conclusions; their reasons arealways different.

I love power. But it is as an artist that I love it. Ilove it as a musician loves his violin, to draw out its sounds and chords andharmonies.

Conflictinvolves incompatible behaviors rather thancompetitive goals.

Without trust, words become the hollow sound of a woodengong. With trust, words become life itself.