Words are like spears: Once they leave your lips they can never come back.

A large ocean liner was headed across the Atlantic fromPortsmouth to New York. As it neared its destination at night, a lookout onthe wing of the bridge reported, ‘Light, bearing on the starboardbow.’‘Is it steady or moving astern?’ the captain called out

Reason is my philosophy, is only a harmony among irrational impulses.

When trumpt sound today where wood you be! if you die today your JESUS has come! how could you give account of your life if JESUS meet you in your sinful life! repent now tomorrow might too late for you!

It isdifficult to negotiate where neither will trust.

If youare leaning over to starboard to balance the boat against the other guy'spropensity to lean too far to port, both of you are about to get wet.

Years wrinkle the face, but to give up enthusiasm wrinkles the soul.

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 measure of a man is what he does with power.

Thereare two sides to every question.

Supicion of one's own motives is especially necessary for the philanthropist and the executive.

Only freemen can negotiate. Prisoners cannot enter into contracts. Your freedom andmine cannot be separated.