Acreaking door hangs long on its hinges.

I love power. But it is as an artist that I love it. Ilove it as a musician loves his violin, to draw out its sounds and chords andharmonies.

An honest man's word is as good as his bond.

In themiddle of every difficulty lies opportunity.

Silenceis as full of potential wisdom and wit as the unshown marble of greatsculpture. The silent bear no witness against themselves.

Far better to think historically, to remember the lessonsof the past. Thus, far better to conceive of power as consisting in part ofthe knowledge of when not to use all the power you have. Far better to be onewho knows that if you reserve the power not to

The spokenword belongs half to him who speaks, and half to him who listens.

You can have power over people as long as you don't takeeverything away from them. But when you've robbed a man of everything, he'sno longer in your power.

If Ihad six hours to chop down a tree, I'd spend the first hour sharpening the ax.

Thepast is malleable and flexible, changing as our recollection interprets andre-explains what has happened.

A miserand a liar bargain quickly.

Power, however it has evolved, whatever its origins, willnot be given up without a struggle.