Every new adjustment is a crisis in self-esteem.

Wecould never learn to be brave and patient if there were only joy in the world.

We think too small. Like the frog at the bottom of the well. He thinks the sky is only as big as the top of the well. If he surfaced, he would have an entirely different view.

There is no fate that cannot be surmounted by scorn.

Nothing is a permanent except change.

Reasonguides but a small part of man, and the rest obeys feeling, true or false,and passion, good or bad.

Thegalleries are full of critics. They play no ball, they fight no fights. Theymake no mistakes because they attempt nothing. Down in the arena are thedoers. They make mistakes because they try many things. The man who makes nomistakes lacks boldness and

Men are cruel, but man is kind.

I’mwillin’ for any solution — religious, political. I’m not going to keepofferin’ to negotiate so much because they turn us down each time. Itindicates a weakness on our part.

Civilization, in a sly way, is a suspicion that the other fellow may be right.

We knowwhat happens to people who stay in the middle of the road. They get run over.

Honesty is like an icicle; if once it melts that is theend of it.