You made your bed, now lie in it.

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

Thegalleries are full of critics. They play no ball, they fight no fights. Theymake no mistakes because they attempt nothing. Down in the arena are thedoers. They make mistakes because they try many things. The man who makes nomistakes lacks boldness and

Now-a-days women don't hire domestic help-they marry it.

The work of an unknown good man is like a vein of water flow hidden underground, secretly making the ground greener.

Knowledge is of two kinds, we know a subject ourselves or we know where we can get information upon it.

All the power that we exercise over others depends on thepower we exercise over ourselves.

Work without faith is like at attempt to reach a bottom-less pit.

Peoplespend a lifetime searching for happiness; looking for peace. They chase idledreams, addictions, religions, even other people, hoping to fill theemptiness that plagues them. The irony is the only place they ever needed tosearch was within.

Whodigs a pit for others will fall in themselves.

Liberty and democracy becomes unholy when their hands are dyed red with innocent blood.

Oursubconscious minds have no sense of humor, play no jokes, and cannot tell thedifference between reality and an imagined thought or image. What wecontinually think about eventually will manifest in our lives.