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 have discovered the art of deceiving diplomats. I speakthe truth, and they never believe me.

People who can't admit they are part of the problem, willnever be part of its solution.

A taste for truth at any cost is a passion which spares nothing:

Conscience is the frame of character, love is the covering for it.

Thecompromise will always be more expensive than either of the suggestions it iscompromising.

The merit belongs to begineer; should his successor do even more better.

Could agreater miracle take place than for us to look through each other’seyes for an instant?

As a final incentive before giving up a

The good rain like a bad preacher, does not know when to leave off.

As we grow old...the beauty steals inwards.

Any child who has parents who are interested in him and has a house full of books isin't poor.