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

The art of writing is the art of restraint.

A child is not a vase to be filled, but a fire to be lit.

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 soul would have no rainbow, if the eyes had no tears.

Happiness is a choice that requires affort at times.

We willbe known by the tracks we leave behind.

Thereare two sides to every question.

A danger forseen is half avoided.

Humality is a strange thing. The minute you think you've got it, you've lost it.

Anempty sack cannot stand up.

Duringa negotiation, it would be wise not to take anything personally. If you leavepersonalities out of it, you will be able to see opportunities moreobjectively.