Hearme, my chiefs! I am tired. My heart is sick and sad. From where the sun nowstands, I will fight no more forever.

Thisduality has been reflected in classical as well as modern literature asreason versus passion, or mind versus intuition. The split between the ‘conscious’mind and the ‘unconscious.’ There are moments in each of ourlives when our verbal-intellect sugges

As longas you keep a person down, some part of you has to be down there to hold him down,so it means you cannot soar as you otherwise might.

It's the repetition of affirmations that leads to belief. And once that beliefbecomes a deep conviction, things begin to happen.

Silenceis argument carried out by other means.

Weagree completely on everything, including the fact we don't see eye to eye.

Comedy is an escape, not from the truth but from despair; a narrow escape into faith.

A cup is useful only when it is empty; and a mind that is filled with beliefs, with dogmas, with assertions, with quotations, is really an uncreative mind.

Angels fly, because they take themselves lightly.

Aclosed mind is like a closed book; just a block of wood.

Consistencyis the hobgoblin of little minds.

Useful manual labour, intelligently performed is the means per excellence for developing the intellect.