Compromiseis never anything but an ignoble truce between the duty of a man and theterror of a coward.

Years wrinkle the face, but to give up enthusiasm wrinkles the soul.

So longas a man is angry he cannot be in the right.

It is a strange desire to seek power and to lose liberty,or to seek power over others and to lose power over a man's self.

Neverforget the power of silence, that massively disconcerting pause which goes onand on and may at last induce an opponent to babble and backtrack nervously.

We arejudged by what we finish, not what we start.

Far better to think historically, to remember the lessonsof the past. Thus, far better to conceive of power as consisting in part ofthe knowledge of when not to use all the power you have. Far better to be onewho knows that if you reserve the power not to

Alwaysforgive your enemies. Nothing annoys them so much.

It is easier to discover deficiencies in indivuduals, states and providence than to see their real import and value.

I have oftenregretted my speech, never my silence.

Two man looks out through the same bars: the one sees the mud, the one the stars.

Bytrying often, the monkey learns to jump from the tree.