Only hethat has traveled the road knows where the holesare deep.

Oppositesattract and then can't stand each other.

The great essentials of happiness are: something to do,something to love and something to hope for.

No strength within, no respect without.

Analysis kills spontaneity.The grain once ground to floor,springs and germinates no more.

Between friends there is no need of Justice.

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.

It isgreed to do all the talking but not to want to listen at all.

Thepast is malleable and flexible, changing as our recollection interprets andre-explains what has happened.

Youdon't run twenty-six miles at five minutes a mile on good looks and a secretrecipe.

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.

Too late is the medicine prepared, when the disease has strengthened by long delay.