The tormentof human frustration, whatever its immediate cause, is the knowledge that theself is in prison, its vital force and ‘mangled mind’ leaking away in lonely,wasteful self-conflict.

Donot wrong or hate your neighbor for it is not he that you wrong but yourself.

Enthusiasm sees only the down payment.

A peace which depends upon fear is nothing but a suppressed war.

The king goes as far as he may, not as far as he could.

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

We make our friends, we make our enemies, but God makes our next-door neighbours.

Twoprisoners whose cells adjoin communicate with each other by knocking on thewall. The wall is the thing which separates them but is also their means ofcommunication. It is the same with us and God. Every separation is a link.

Thegalleries are full of critics. They play no ball, they fight no fights. Theymake no mistakes because they attempt nothing. Down in the arena are thedoers. They make mistakes because they try many things. The man who makes nomistakes lacks boldness and

The wise man learns more from his enemies than the fool does from his friends.

People loan their trust, they don't give it.

Don'tcut off your nose to spite your face.