Men are cruel, but man is kind.

Life, Like a child, laughs shaking its rattle of death as it runs.

Onemust talk little and listen much.

All our rightousnesses are like filthy rags

They know enough who know how to learn.

Youcannot truly listen to anyone and do anything else at the same time.

A book, like a landscape, is a state of consciouness varying with readers.

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,

We donot have to agree; we do need to understand.

A person who talks about his Inferiors han't any.

Onceyou consent to some concession, you can never cancel it and put things backthe way they are.

Two man looks out through the same bars: the one sees the mud, the one the stars.