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

If youcould kick the person in the pants responsible for most of your trouble, youwouldn't sit for a month.

There arealways two forces warring against each other within us.

Originality is the art of Concealing your Source.

Night is the blotting paper of many sorrows.

Renown and repose do not go together.

He whois unable to dance says the yard is stony.

Democracy will break under the strain of apronstrings. It can exist only on trust.

The poet gives us his essence, but prose takes the mould of the body and mind entire.

Accomplishmentof purpose is better than making a profit.

Difficultiesare meant to rouse, not discourage. The human spirit is to grow strong byconflict.

This dualityhas been reflected in classical as well as modern literature as reason versuspassion, or mind versus intuition. The split between the ‘conscious’ mind andthe ‘unconscious.’ There are moments in each of our lives when ourverbal-intellect sugges