He whocannot cut the bread evenly cannot get on well with people.

Patience is bitter, but its fruit is sweet.

There is a foolish corner in the brain of wisest man.

Constant repetition carries conviction.

Kind wordscan be short and easy to speak, but their echoes are truly endless.

Welearn little from victory, much from defeat.

Patience is something you admire in the driver behind you and scorn in the one ahead.

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

Don'tjudge a book by its cover.

Our power is in our ability to decide.

Poetry is the impish attempt to paint the colour of the wind.

Nature arms each man with some faculty which enables himto do easily some feat impossible to any other.