The World is but, a school of inquiry.

Humality is a strange thing. The minute you think you've got it, you've lost it.

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

Tobelieve in something, and not to live it, is dishonest.

You could forgive an enemy. It is harder to forgive yourself.

Thetruth is that our finest moments are most likely to occur when we are feelingdeeply uncomfortable, unhappy, or unfulfilled. For it is only in suchmoments, propelled by our discomfort, that we are likely to step out of ourruts and start searching for di

Given afair wind, we will negotiate our way into the Common Market, head held high,not crawling in. Negotiations? Yes. Unconditional acceptance of whateverterms are offered us? No.

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

DonÆt let life discourage you; everyone who got where he is had to begin where he was

Though patience be a tired mare, yet she will plod.

If absolute power corrupts absolutely, does absolutepowerlessness make you pure?

Nothingso completely baffles one who is full of trick and duplicity himself, thanstraightforward and simple integrity in another.