Kindness it is that bring forth kindness.

There isno squabbling so violent as that between people who accepted an ideayesterday and those who will accept the same idea tomorrow.

Thefibers of all things have their tension and are strained like the strings ofan instrument.

The last function of reason is to recognize that there is an infinity of things which surpass it.

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

Acreaking door hangs long on its hinges.

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

As if you could kill time without injuring eternity.

You've gotto know when to hold 'em, know when to fold 'em know, when to walk away, knowwhen to run.

Can we do good to the world? In an absolute sense, no; in a relative sense, yes.

The lust for power in dominating others inflames the heartmore than any other passion.

Symanpathy is a supporting atmosphere, and in it we unfold easily and well