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

A book, like a landscape, is a state of consciouness varying with readers.

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

Aclosed mind is like a closed book; just a block of wood.

Wherethe tongue slips, it speaks the truth.

The desire for change is a sign of safety.

Power will intoxicate the best hearts, as wine thestrongest heads. No man is wise enough, nor good enough to be trusted withunlimited power.

Patience is bitter, but its fruit is sweet.

Fourthings come not back: the spoken word, the spent arrow, the past life, and theneglected opportunity.

Trust resides squarely between faith and doubt.

If you climb up a tree, you must climb down the same tree.

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