Night is the blotting paper of many sorrows.

Bytrying often, the monkey learns to jump from the tree.

Power corrupts the few, while weakness corrputs the many.

When work is pleasure, life is joy.

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.

Hearme, my chiefs! I am tired. My heart is sick and sad. From where the sun nowstands, I will fight no more forever.

The wise man reads both books and life itself.

Gossip is the art of saying nothing, in a manner that leaves nothing unsaid

Grantgraciously what you cannot refuse safely and conciliate those you cannotconquer.

Pleasure is the sincerest compliment.

Whenevertwo people meet there are really six people present. There is each man as he seeshimself, each man as the other sees him, and each man as he really is.

Freedom demands respect for the freedom of others.