We ownalmost all our knowledge not to those who have agreed but to those who havediffered.

Poetry is the impish attempt to paint the colour of the wind.

Take yourlife into your own hands, and what happens? A terrible thing, no one toblame.

Becausewe focused on the snake, we missed the scorpion.

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

Silenceis foolish if we are wise, but wise if we are foolish.

Forbidden fruit can get us into a real jam.

Wisdom loves the children of men, but she prefers those who come through foolishness to wisdom

Consistencyis the hobgoblin of little minds.

Happinessis the only sanction of life; where happiness fails, existence remains a madand lamentable experiment.

A bad workman never gets a good tool.

People whoare too concerned with how well they are doing will be less successful andfeel less competent than those who focus on the task itself... Somepsychologists call it a conflict between egoorientation, or between extrinsicand intrinsic motivation...