Analysis kills spontaneity.The grain once ground to floor,springs and germinates no more.

Most of the shadows of this life are caused by our standing in our own sunshine.

No one lies as much as the indignant do.

Familiarize yourself with the chains of bondage and you prepare your own limbs to wear them.

Embracingconflict can become a joy when we know that irritation and frustration canlead to growth and fascination.

A faithful friend is medicine of Life.

Power corrupts. Absolute power is kind of neat.

Most ofour so-called reasoning consists in finding arguments for going on believingas we already do.

Thisduality has been reflected in classical as well as modern literature asreason versus passion, or mind versus intuition. The split between the ‘conscious’mind and the ‘unconscious.’ There are moments in each of ourlives when our verbal-intellect sugges

I love power. But it is as an artist that I love it. Ilove it as a musician loves his violin, to draw out its sounds and chords andharmonies.

Themost prepared are the most dedicated.

Ashes fly back into the face of him who throws them.