Hear me,my chiefs! I am tired. My heart is sick and sad. From where the sun nowstands, I will fight no more forever.

Politeness is to human nature what warmth is to wax.

There is no knowledge that is not power.

He whocannot cut the bread evenly cannot get on well with people.

The warexisting between the senses and reason.

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

Freedom demands respect for the freedom of others.

If at first you do succeed, try, try not to be a bore

Contradictionshould awaken Attention, not Passion.

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.

Makesure you leave some fat for the other side.

It isgreed to do all the talking but not to want to listen at all.