I love power. But it is as an artist that I love it. Ilove it as a musician loves his violin, to draw out its sounds and chords andharmonies.

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

Chances happens to all, but to turn chance to reality is the gift of the few.

If power is for sale, sell your mother to buy it. You canalways buy her back again.

Don't be took quick to belive anything you read.

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.

I don't like that man. I'm going to have to get to knowhim better.

The exercise of power is determined by thousands ofinteractions between the world of the powerful and that of the powerless, allthe more so because these worlds are never divided by a sharp line: everyonehas a small part of himself in both.

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

It iswith our brothers and sisters that we learn to love, share, negotiate, startand end fights, hurt others, and save face. The basis of healthy (orunhealthy) connections in adulthood is cast during childhood.

If you are patient in one moment of anger, you will escapea hundred days of sorrow.

The good neighbour looks beyond the external accidents and discerns those inner qualities that make all men human, and therefore, brothers.