A book, like a landscape, is a state of consciouness varying with readers.

... That may appear as the truth to one personwill often appear as untruth to another person. But that need not worry theseeker. Where there is honest effort, it will be realized that what appearedto be different truths are like the countless and apparen

The majority of mankind always has been and always will be composed of imbeciles.

It is mark of a good man not to know how to do an injury.

They mayforget what you said, but they will never forget how you made them feel.

Get someone else to blow your horn and the sound will carry twice as far.

Neverforget the power of silence, that massively disconcerting pause which goes onand on and may at last induce an opponent to babble and backtrack nervously.

Better ask ten times than go astray once.

Whenour knowing exceeds our sensing, we will no longer be deceived by theillusions of our senses.

Our patience will achieve more than our force.

Our errors are steps on the way.

Knowingthat everything's futile but still fighting, still raging against the dying ofthe light that's what motivates me all the time ... If you hold that sense offutility in your head for too long, it can begin to eat into you. You canstill be aware of it