Arise, awake and stop not till the goal is reached.

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

Life cannot go on without much forgetting.

Hear me,my chiefs! I am tired. My heart is sick and sad. From where the sun nowstands, I will fight no more forever.

Youcan't shake hands with a clenched fist.

Power is something of which I am convinced there is no innocencethis side of the womb.

Girls .. . were allowed to play in the house . . . and boys were sent outdoors. . .Boys ran around in the yard with toy guns going kksshh-kksshh,fighting wars for made-up reasons and arguing about whowas dead, while girls stayed inside and played with dol

As a final incentive before giving up a

The oldbelieve everything, the middle-aged suspect everything, the young knoweverything.

Luck iswhat happens when preparation meets opportunity.

We have, I fear, confused power with greatness.

We mustbe part of the general staff at the inception, rather than the ambulancedrivers at the bitter end.