Like aball batted back and forth, a human being is batted by two forces within.

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

We often pardon those who bore us, we cannot pardon those whom we bore.

Power gravitates to the man who knows how.

Civilization, in a sly way, is a suspicion that the other fellow may be right.

A large ocean liner was headed across the Atlantic fromPortsmouth to New York. As it neared its destination at night, a lookout onthe wing of the bridge reported, ‘Light, bearing on the starboardbow.’‘Is it steady or moving astern?’ the captain called out

Wecannot always control our thoughts, but we can control our words, andrepetition impresses the subconscious, and we are then master of thesituation.

Humour is a hole that lets the sawdust out of a stuffed shirt.

Humality is a strange thing. The minute you think you've got it, you've lost it.

Only hethat has traveled the road knows where the holesare deep.

You could forgive an enemy. It is harder to forgive yourself.

One hallmark of freedom is the sound of laughter.