The hardeststep is over the threshold.

Thetorment of human frustration, whatever its immediate cause,is the knowledge that the self is in prison, its vital force and ‘mangledmind’ leaking away in lonely, wasteful self-conflict.

The possession of power over others in inherently destructiveboth to the possessor of the power and to those over whom it is exercised.

Relationships of trust depend on our willingness to looknot only to our own interests, but also the interests of others.

Agrievance is most poignant when almost redressed.

Talkingmuch about oneself may be a way of hiding oneself.

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

Whenyou plant lettuce, if it does not grow well, you don't blame the lettuce. Youlook for reasons it is not doing well. It may need fertilizer, or more water,or less sun. You never blame the lettuce. Yet if we have problems with ourfriends or our family,

Few things are harder to pus up with than the annoyance of a good example.

Knowingthat everything's futile but still fighting, still raging against the dying ofthe light that's what motivates me all the time ... If you hold that sense offutility in your head for too long, it can begin to eat into you. You canstill be aware of it

Neverdoubt that a small group of thoughtful, committed people can change theworld. Indeed, it's the only thing that ever has.

We have, I fear, confused power with greatness.