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.

We ownalmost all our knowledge not to those who have agreed but to those who havediffered.

We have, I fear, confused power with greatness.

Sorrow and silence are strong, and patient endurance is god-like.

The worst form of injustice is pretended justice.

Mediocrity knows nothing higher than itself, but talent instantly recognises genius.

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

Life is like a mirror. smile at it, and it is charming; frown at it, and it becomes sinister.

I have never been able to conceive how any rational beingcould propose happiness to himself from the exercise of power over others.

Before youbuild a better mousetrap, make sure you have some mice out there.

Search not a wound too deep lest thou maketh a new one.

Am Inot destroying my enemies when I make friends of them?