Onehour of thoughtful solitude may nerve the heart for days of conflict girdingup its armor to meet the most insidious foe.

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

Melancholy is the joy of being said.

All is riddle, and the key to a riddle is another riddle.

Letevery eye negotiate for itself, and trust no agent.

Misfortuneis not that which can be avoided, but that which cannot.

Nature gave women too much power; the law gives them too little.

Conflictis neither good nor bad. Properly managed, it is absolutely vital.

We thought, because we had power, we had wisdom.

Words should be scattered like seeds, no matter how small the seed may be, its it has one found favourable ground, it unfolds its strength.

Neverforget the power of silence, that massively disconcerting pause which goes onand on and may at last induce an opponent to babble and backtrack nervously.

A slyrabbit will have three openings to its den.