Hearme, my chiefs! I am tired. My heart is sick and sad. From where the sun nowstands, I will fight no more forever.

A perfect method for adding drama to life is to wait untilthe deadline looms large.

It was impossible to get a conversation going, everybody was talking too much.

It isgreed to do all the talking but not to want to listen at all.

Consistency is the hobgoblin of little minds.

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

A happy home is one in which each spouse grants the possiblility that the other may be right, though neither believes it.

A clever person turns great troubles into little ones andlittle ones into none at all.

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

Luck iswhat happens when preparation meets opportunity.

Theability to speak eloquently is not to be confused with having something tosay.

Every generation revolts against its fathers and makes friends with its grandfathers.