Life, Like a child, laughs shaking its rattle of death as it runs.

Wisdomis what you get for a lifetime of listening when you'd have preferred totalk.

You can outdistance that which is running after you, but not what is running insideyou.

Power, however it has evolved, whatever its origins, willnot be given up without a struggle.

The civilisation of one epoch becomes the manure of the next.

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

Given afair wind, we will negotiate our way into the Common Market, head held high,not crawling in. Negotiations? Yes. Unconditional acceptance of whateverterms are offered us? No.

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

Donot wrong or hate your neighbor for it is not he that you wrong but yourself.

There isnothing so disagreeable, that a patient mind cannot find some solace for it.

We'reeyeball to eyeball and the other fellow just blinked.

Silence is argument carried out by other means.