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.

To sit alone in the lamp light with a book spread out before you-such is a pleasure beyond compare.

Happiness is a choice that requires affort at times.

Failingto plan is planning to fail.

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.

Let not thy will roar, when thy power can but whisper.

There is nobody so irritating as somebody with less intelligence and more sense than we have.

He that is unkind to his own will not be kind to others.

It doesnot do to leave a Dragon out of your calculations, if you live near him.

The art of writing is the art of restraint.

Don'twrestle a pig in a mud hole. You both get all dirty, and the pig enjoys it.

Power is no blessing in itself, except when it is used toprotect the innocent.