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

It's better to let someone think you are an Idiot than to open your mouth and prove it.

Poetry is the impish attempt to paint the colour of the wind.

Consistency is the hobgoblin of little minds.

The good rain like a bad preacher, does not know when to leave off.

Silenceis the ultimate weapon of power.

When weblame, we give away our power.

Far better to think historically, to remember the lessonsof the past. Thus, far better to conceive of power as consisting in part ofthe knowledge of when not to use all the power you have. Far better to be onewho knows that if you reserve the power not to

Never trust the advice of a man in difficulties.

Search not a wound too deep lest thou maketh a new one.

Power is no blessing in itself, except when it is used toprotect the innocent.

Toevery answer you can find a new question.