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

Suffering is the sole origin of consciousness.

Power is a little like alcohol: the faster it is consumed, the more quickly it affects the brain.

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

Wisdom loves the children of men, but she prefers those who come through foolishness to wisdom

Nothing lays itself open to the change of exaggeration more than the language of naked truth.

Nothing is a permanent except change.

Silenceis foolish if we are wise, but wise if we are foolish.

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

The king goes as far as he may, not as far as he could.

The hardeststep is over the threshold.

Zeal is fit only for wise men but is found mostly infools.