There is no cure for birth and death save to enjoy the interval.

To sit alone in the lamp light with a book spread out before you-such is a pleasure beyond compare.

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

Peoplespend a lifetime searching for happiness; looking for peace. They chase idledreams, addictions, religions, even other people, hoping to fill theemptiness that plagues them. The irony is the only place they ever needed tosearch was within.

Sometimeswe have the dream but we are not ourselves ready for the dream. We have togrow to meet it.

The soul would have no rainbow, if the eyes had no tears.

Wisdom requires that we pour a little oil of delicate courtesy on the wheels of friendship.

The greatest job of teachers is to cultivate talent until it ripens for the public to reap its bounty.

The civilisation of one epoch becomes the manure of the next.

Peopleshould talk less and draw more. Personally, I would like to renounce speechaltogether and, like organic nature, communicate everything I have to sayvisually.

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

Every kind of peaceful cooperation among men is primarily basedon mutual trust and only secondarily on institutions such as courts ofjustice and police.