The poet gives us his essence, but prose takes the mould of the body and mind entire.

There are three ways of bearing ills of life: by indifference, by philosophy, and by religion.

Twobirds disputed about a kernel, when a third swooped down and carried it off.

Bestill when you have nothing to say; when genuine passion moves you, say whatyou've got to say, and say it hot.

Whenconflict becomes a win-lose contest in our minds, we immediately try to win.

Conflict is neither good nor bad. Properly managed, it is absolutely vital.

As if you could kill time without injuring eternity.

When makinga decision of minor importance, I have always found it advantageous toconsider all the pros and cons. In vital matters, however, such as the choiceof a mate or a profession, the decision should come from the unconscious,from somewhere within ou

Thereare no secrets. There is no mystery. There is only common sense.

Ifpassion drives you, let reason hold the reins.

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.

Beholdthe turtle. He makes progress only when he sticks his neck out.