Without trust, words become the hollow sound of a woodengong. With trust, words become life itself.

A large ocean liner was headed across the Atlantic fromPortsmouth to New York. As it neared its destination at night, a lookout onthe wing of the bridge reported, ‘Light, bearing on the starboardbow.’‘Is it steady or moving astern?’ the captain called out

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

There is no cure for birth and death save to enjoy the interval.

A goodpreparation takes longer than the delivery.

Truth is strengthened by observation and delay, falsehood by haste and uncertainity.

The property of power is to protect.

Life, Like a child, laughs shaking its rattle of death as it runs.

The cliche that education never ends virtually ensures that it does'nt begin.

You cannot truly listen to anyone and do anything else at the same time.

Kindwords can be short and easy to speak, but their echoes are truly endless.

Most people suspended their judgement till somebody else has expressed his own and then they respect it.