Letevery eye negotiate for itself, and trust no agent.

In art, as in love, instinct is enogh.

Thefreedom of the city is not negotiable. We cannot negotiate with those whosay, What’s mine is mine and what’s yours is negotiable.

What we seek we shall find, what we flee from flee from us.

In God we trust; all others pay cash.

Thisduality has been reflected in classical as well as modern literature asreason versus passion, or mind versus intuition. The split between the ‘conscious’mind and the ‘unconscious.’ There are moments in each of ourlives when our verbal-intellect sugges

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

A quiettongue shows a wise head.

A man, when he burns, leaves only a handful of ashes. woman can hold him. the wind must blow him away.

Another form of wastefulness is expenditure of words beyond the income of ideas.

In oneof our concert grand pianos, 243 taut strings exert a pull of 40,000 poundson an iron frame. It is proof that out of great tension may come great harmony.

Consistencyrequires you to be as ignorant today as you were a year ago.