He whoangers you, conquers you.

Thereare no secrets. There is no mystery. There is only common sense.

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

Every man has enough power left to carry out that of whichhe is convinced.

Children are like wet cement. Whatever falls on them makes an impression.

Suffering is one very long moment. We cannot divide it by seasons. WE can only record its moods and chronicle their return.

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

He whois unable to dance says the yard is stony.

When people prophesy, they generally makes the mistake of transforming the past to future.

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

Two man looks out through the same bars: the one sees the mud, the one the stars.

We mustbe part of the general staff at the inception, rather than the ambulancedrivers at the bitter end.