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

Conflictis the gadfly of thought. It stirs us to observation and memory. Itinstigates to invention. It shocks us out of sheeplikepassivity, and sets us at noting and contriving.

The bad gardener quarrels with his rake.

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

A hard job is one which leaves a fellow as tired before week-end as after.

Ho puri dil ki har khwaish teri, Ho khushiyon bhara jahaan tera, Agar tu maange aasmaan ka ek taara, To khuda de-de tumko aasmaan saara.

Myinterest is in the future because I'm going to be spending the rest of mylife there.

My fathersaid: you must never try to make all the money that's in a deal. Let theother fellow make some money too, because if you have a reputation for alwaysmaking all the money, you won't have many deals.

Ourlives are not dependent on whether or not we have conflict. It is what we dowith conflict that makes the difference.

I think I could sum up my position on this with therecitation of a brief Russian proverb ‘Doveryai no Proveryai.’ Itmeans trust but verify.

A life makingmistakes is not only more honorable, but more useful than a life spent doingnothing at all.

The sun, though it passes through dirty places, yet remains as pure as before.