A book, like a landscape, is a state of consciouness varying with readers.

Aquarrel is like buttermilk: once it's out of the churn, the more you shakeit, the more sour it grows.

Melancholy is the joy of being said.

Keep a secret; its you slave. Tell it, and it's your master.

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...

The wicked are not always clever, nor are dictators always right.

All excellent things are as difficult as they are rare

As a final incentive before giving up a

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

Unlessa man has trained himself for his chance, the chance will only make him lookridiculous.

Whenour knowing exceeds our sensing, we will no longer be deceived by theillusions of our senses.

Thedays are too short even for love; how can there be enough time for quarreling?