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

Nobody everforgets where he buried the hatchet.

A man is but a product of his thoughts; what he thinks, that he becomes

Wisdom requires that we pour a little oil of delicate courtesy on the wheels of friendship.

Where love rules, there is no will to power; and wherepower predominates, there love is lacking. The one is the shadow of theother.

It's more shameful to mistrust one's friends than to be deceived by them.

Thereverse side also has a reverse side.

To beprepared is half the victory.

Girls .. . were allowed to play in the house . . . and boys were sent outdoors. . .Boys ran around in the yard with toy guns going kksshh-kksshh,fighting wars for made-up reasons and arguing about whowas dead, while girls stayed inside and played with dol

Another form of wastefulness is expenditure of words beyond the income of ideas.

Never ask a barber if you need a haircut.

Years wrinkle the face, but to give up enthusiasm wrinkles the soul.