Civilization, in a sly way, is a suspicion that the other fellow may be right.

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

It was impossible to get a conversation going, everybody was talking too much.

No onecan persuade another to change. Each of us guards a gate of change that canonly be opened from the inside. We cannot open the gate of another, either byargument or emotional appeal.

People whoare too concerned with how well they are doing will be less successful andfeel less competent than those who focus on the task itself... Somepsychologists call it a conflict between egoorientation, or between extrinsicand intrinsic motivation...

To do what others cannot do is talent. To do what talent cannot do is genius.

Work without faith is like at attempt to reach a bottom-less pit.

The poet gives us his essence, but prose takes the mould of the body and mind entire.

We areall inclined to judge ourselves by our ideals; others, by their acts.

Only hethat has traveled the road knows where the holesare deep.

Talk back to your internal critic. Train yourself to recognize and write downcritical thoughts as they go through your mind. Learn why these thoughts areuntrue and practice talking and writing back to them.

Don'tuse a lot where a little will do.