You made your bed, now lie in it.

It is atrick among the dishonest to offer sacrifices that are not needed,or not possible, to avoid making those that are required.

A man, when he burns, leaves only a handful of ashes. woman can hold him. the wind must blow him away.

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.

Words should be scattered like seeds, no matter how small the seed may be, its it has one found favourable ground, it unfolds its strength.

The larger the island of knowledge, the longer the shoreline of wonder.

I love power. But it is as an artist that I love it. Ilove it as a musician loves his violin, to draw out its sounds and chords andharmonies.

Without trust, words become the hollow sound of a woodengong. With trust, words become life itself.

The roots of education are bitter, but the fruit is sweet.

The property of power is to protect.

Too little liberty brings stagnation, too much brings chaos.

Onelearns by doing the thing; for though you think you know it, you have nocertainty until you try.