The tormentof human frustration, whatever its immediate cause, is the knowledge that theself is in prison, its vital force and ‘mangled mind’ leaking away in lonely,wasteful self-conflict.

There is no knowledge that is not power.

If Igive you an idea, and you give me an idea, we will each have two ideas.

Let us nevernegotiate out of fear. But let us never fear to negotiate.

We arethe prisoners of ideas.

A language is like living skin itself.

Life cannot go on without much forgetting.

No onecan persuade another to change. Each of us guards a gate of change that canonly be opened from the inside. We cannot open the gate of another, either byargument or emotional appeal.

There isnothing more likely to start disagreement among people or countries than anagreement.

Ifyou are leaning over to starboard to balance the boat against the other guy'spropensity to lean too far to port, both of you are about to get wet.

Modesty is the clothing of talent.

Girls .. . were allowed to play in the house . . . and boys were sent outdoors. . .Boys ran around in the yard with toy guns going kksshh-kksshh,fighting wars for made-up reasons and arguing about whowas dead, while girls stayed inside and played with dol