Labour with what zeal we will. Something still remains undone.

The split in you is clear. There is a part of you that knows what it shoulddo, and a part that does what it feels like doing.

Imaginationis the eye of your soul.

There arealways two forces warring against each other within us.

Only few men think, but all have opinions.

Thegalleries are full of critics. They play no ball, they fight no fights. Theymake no mistakes because they attempt nothing. Down in the arena are thedoers. They make mistakes because they try many things. The man who makes nomistakes lacks boldness and

Windowsof opportunity exist for only a brief moment in time, you have to have visionin order to spot them, and take advantage of them.

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.

If wecannot end our differences at least we can make the world safe for diversity.

Nothing makes it easier to resist temptation than a proper upbringing, a sound set of values.

Whenpeople say women can’t be trusted because they cycle every month, myresponse is that men cycle every day, so they should only be allowed tonegotiate peace treaties in the evening.

Old men are dangerous; it does not matter to them what is going to happen to the world.