You make a mountain of a mole-hill.

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

If power is for sale, sell your mother to buy it. You canalways buy her back again.

The Pursuit of perfection is the persuit of sweetness and light.

Patience is bitter, but its fruit is sweet.

COURAGE IS THE FLEEING FORWARD.

Beautifullight is born of darkness, so the faith that springs from conflict is oftenthe strongest and the best.

Silenceis argument carried out by other means.

You see what power is holding someone else's fear in your handand showing it to them!

One must be poor to know the luxury of giving.

The exercise of power is determined by thousands ofinteractions between the world of the powerful and that of the powerless, allthe more so because these worlds are never divided by a sharp line: everyonehas a small part of himself in both.

Duringthe Depression, or back when we were fighting Hitler, people didn't have timeto sue a company if the coffee was too hot. There were urgent, pressingproblems. If you think you have it tough, read history books.