If you don't know where you're going, you'll end upsomewhere else.

Two prisonerswhose cells adjoin communicate with each other by knocking on the wall. Thewall is the thing which separates them but is also their means ofcommunication. It is the same with us and God. Every separation is a link.

By tryingoften, the monkey learns to jump from the tree.

Our patience will achieve more than our force.

The spokenword belongs half to him who speaks, and half to him who listens.

Men of genius are admired, men of wealth are envied, menof power are feared; but only men of character are trusted.

Every child is an artist. The problem is how to remain an artist once he grows up.

It is only when men begin to worship that they begin to grow.

A man'sconversation is the mirror of his thoughts.

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

As soon as you trust yourself, you will know how to live.

Ifpassion drives you, let reason hold the reins.