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

Diseases are Tax on the pleasure.

It seemedrather incongruous that in a society of super sophisticated communication, weoften suffer from a shortage of listeners.

I’mwillin’ for any solution — religious, political. I’m not going to keepofferin’ to negotiate so much because they turn us down each time. Itindicates a weakness on our part.

Whodigs a pit for others will fall in themselves.

Livingwith integrity means: not settling for less than what you know you deserve inyour relationships. Asking for what you want and need from others. Speakingyour truth, even though it might create conflict or tension. Behaving in waysthat are in harmony

One of the lessons of history is that nothing is often a good thing to do and alwaysa clever thing to say.

The art of writing is the art of restraint.

Listening,not imitation, may be the sincerest form of flattery.

Happiness is the art of making a bouquet of those flowers within reach.

There are three ways of bearing ills of life: by indifference, by philosophy, and by religion.

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