Out ofthe fullness of the heart the mouth speaks.

Civilization is a movement and not a condition, a voyage and not a harbour.

The past is always dogging our heals, striving ceaselessly to banish the present.

Wherethe tongue slips, it speaks the truth.

Believing that soom good can be derived from every event is a better preposition than that everything happens for the best, which is assuredly does not.

To ask advice is in nine cases out of ten tout for flattery.

A man's ruin lies in his tongue.

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

Whilewe consider when to begin, it becomes too late.

The exercise of power is determined by thousands ofinteractions between the world of the powerful and that of the powerless, allthe more so because these worlds are never divided by a sharp line: everyonehas a small part of himself in both.

As contagion of sickness makes sickness, contagion oftrust can make trust.

Love is an act of faith and whoever is of little faith is also of little love.