Beautiful young people are accidents of nature, Beautiful old people are works of art.

Two prisonerswhose cells adjoin communicate with each other by knocking on the wall. Thewall 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.

Suffer fools gladly, they might be right.

Speechis human, silence is divine, yet also brutish and dead; therefore we mustlearn both arts.

One of the function of intelligence is to take account of the dangers that come from trusting solely to the intelligence.

The weaknesses of many make leader possible.

Power tires only those who do not have it.

Let not thy will roar, when thy power can but whisper.

It's whenyou're safe at home that you wish you were having an adventure. When you'rehaving an adventure you wish you were safe at home.

Habit: the shackles of the free

Peoplespend a lifetime searching for happiness; looking for peace. They chase idledreams, addictions, religions, even other people, hoping to fill theemptiness that plagues them. The irony is the only place they ever needed tosearch was within.

Our power is in our ability to decide.