Hear me,my chiefs! I am tired. My heart is sick and sad. From where the sun nowstands, I will fight no more forever.

Men are mortal, but ideas are immortal.

A man's real life is that accorded to him in the thoughtd other man by reason of respect or natural love.

Have adialogue between the two opposing parts and you will find that they alwaysstart out fighting each other until we come to an appreciation of difference... a oneness and integration of the two opposingforces. Then the civil war is finished, and your e

We cannot always control our thoughts, but we can control our words, and repetitionimpresses the subconscious, and we are then master of the situation.

The hardeststep is over the threshold.

Don'tput all your eggs in one basket.

Power concedes nothing without a demand. It never did andit never will.

The oldbelieve everything, the middle-aged suspect everything, the young knoweverything.

Be still when you have nothing to say; when genuine passion moves you, say whatyou've got to say, and say it hot.

Thisduality has been reflected in classical as well as modern literature asreason versus passion, or mind versus intuition. The split between the ‘conscious’mind and the ‘unconscious.’ There are moments in each of ourlives when our verbal-intellect sugges

Becausewe focused on the snake, we missed the scorpion.