Alexander's last wrds: Bury my body, dont build any monument. Kip my hand outside,so dat d wrld knws,who won th wrld had noting in hand wen dyin.

We thought, because we had power, we had wisdom.

The Pursuit of perfection is the persuit of sweetness and light.

Talkingcomes by nature, silence by wisdom.

All our rightousnesses are like filthy rags

I am atpeace with God. My conflict is with man.

Beforeeverything else, getting ready is the secret to success.

Peoplespend a lifetime searching for happiness; looking for peace. They chase idledreams, addictions, religions, even other people, hoping to fill theemptiness that plagues them. The irony is the only place they ever needed tosearch was within.

Astupid act entails doing the work twice over.

No strength within, no respect without.

As long as there is life there is danger.

There is no knowledge that is not power.