Power is something of which I am convinced there is no innocencethis side of the womb.

Our faults irritate us most when we see them in others.

There is sweet joy that comes to us that comes to us after sorrow.

Whenmen and women agree, it is only in their conclusions; their reasons arealways different.

Ultimately, the only power to which man should aspire isthat which he exercises over himself.

The last function of reason is to recognize that there is an infinity of things which surpass it.

Adversity attracts the man of character. He seeks out the better joy, responsibility.

Tofight and conquer in all your battles is not supreme excellence; supremeexcellence consists in breaking the enemy's resistance without fighting.

Kindwords can be short and easy to speak, but their echoes are truly endless.

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

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,

Whetherit's the best of times or the worst of times, it's the only time we've got.