I think I could sum up my position on this with therecitation of a brief Russian proverb ‘Doveryai no Proveryai.’ Itmeans trust but verify.

Glory is a poison that can only be taken in small doses.

I have never been able to conceive how any rational beingcould propose happiness to himself from the exercise of power over others.

If we shake hands with icy fingures, it is because we have burnt them so horribly before.

Toevery answer you can find a new question.

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.

A man of courage is also full of faith.

They may forget what you said, but they will never forget how you made them feel.

It is not the whip that makes man, but the lure of things that are worthy to be loved.

Enthusiasm is faith set on fire.

Power takes as ingratitude the writhing of its victims.

Every kind of peaceful cooperation among men is primarily basedon mutual trust and only secondarily on institutions such as courts ofjustice and police.