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

Conscience is the frame of character, love is the covering for it.

Living is the art of getting used to what we did'nt expect.

Power never takes a back step only in the face of morepower.

Thesubconscious part in us is called the subjective mind, because it does notdecide and command. It is subject rather than a ruler. Its nature is to dowhat it is told, or what really in your heart of hearts you desire.

To teach isto learn twice.

Listening,not imitation, may be the sincerest form of flattery.

Constant repetition carries conviction.

The real great man is the man who makes every man feel great.

One of the difficult things to give away is kindness - is usually returned

You made your bed, now lie in it.

Luck never mad a mad man wise