Hearme, my chiefs! I am tired. My heart is sick and sad. From where the sun nowstands, I will fight no more forever.

The greatest virtue of man is perhaps curiosity.

The average man’s life consists of: Twenty years of having his mother ask him where he is going, Forty years of having his wife ask the same question; and at the end, the mourners wondering too.

Stoppingat third base adds no more to the score than striking out.

People whoare too concerned with how well they are doing will be less successful andfeel less competent than those who focus on the task itself... Somepsychologists call it a conflict between egoorientation, or between extrinsicand intrinsic motivation...

Finance is the art of passing currency from hand to hand until it finally disappears.

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

Manners make the fortune of the ambitious youth.

Liberation is not deliverance.

The flowers of life are but illusions. How many fade away and leave no trace; how few yield any fruit and the fruit itself how rarely does it ripen!

Happiness is the art of making a bouquet of those flowers within reach.

A smallbenefit obtained is better than a great one in expectation.