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.

The possession of power over others in inherently destructiveboth to the possessor of the power and to those over whom it is exercised.

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

Enthusiasm sees only the down payment.

Twoprisoners whose cells adjoin communicate with each other by knocking on thewall. The wall is the thing which separates them but is also their means ofcommunication. It is the same with us and God. Every separation is a link.

All your fingernails grow with no convenient speed except broken one.

If you don't know where you're going, you'll end upsomewhere else.

We have, I fear, confused power with greatness.

A gem is not polished without rubbing, nor is a man perfected without trials.

He who gainsa victory over other men is strong; but he who gains a victory over himselfis all powerful.

No matter how good the idea of the other fellow may be, there is always a better one !

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