I haveoften regretted my speech, never my silence.

Between grief and nothing I will take Grief.

Bytrying often, the monkey learns to jump from the tree.

Step after step the ladder is ascended

Power is something of which I am convinced there is no innocencethis side of the womb.

If Ishould ever be captured, I want no negotiation—and if I should request anegotiation from captivity they should consider that a sign of duress.

A good listener is not someone with nothing to say. A good listener is a good talkerwith a sore throat.

To exaggrerate is to weaken.

Neversay more than is necessary.

Conscientious men are, almost everywhere, less encouraged than less to lerated.

Peopleshould talk less and draw more. Personally, I would like to renounce speechaltogether and, like organic nature, communicate everything I have to sayvisually.

This dualityhas been reflected in classical as well as modern literature as reason versuspassion, or mind versus intuition. The split between the ‘conscious’ mind andthe ‘unconscious.’ There are moments in each of our lives when ourverbal-intellect sugges