Whilewe consider when to begin, it becomes too late.

The tormentof human frustration, whatever its immediate cause, is the knowledge that theself is in prison, its vital force and ‘mangled mind’ leaking away in lonely,wasteful self-conflict.

Ifyou are leaning over to starboard to balance the boat against the other guy'spropensity to lean too far to port, both of you are about to get wet.

To sit alone in the lamp light with a book spread out before you-such is a pleasure beyond compare.

Our errors are steps on the way.

The good neighbour looks beyond the external accidents and discerns those inner qualities that make all men human, and therefore, brothers.

Thetruth is that our finest moments are most likely to occur when we are feelingdeeply uncomfortable, unhappy, or unfulfilled. For it is only in suchmoments, propelled by our discomfort, that we are likely to step out of ourruts and start searching for di

The repetition in nature may not be a mere recurrence. It may e a theatrical "encore"

Unselfishness is more paying,only people have not the patience to practice it.

There is no knowledge that is not power.

The man who says he's too old to learn new tricks probably always was.

Facts do not cease to exist because they are ignored.