When a man meets his mates society begins.

A large ocean liner was headed across the Atlantic fromPortsmouth to New York. As it neared its destination at night, a lookout onthe wing of the bridge reported, ‘Light, bearing on the starboardbow.’‘Is it steady or moving astern?’ the captain called out

Flatteryis the infantry of negotiation.

Listening,not imitation, may be the sincerest form of flattery.

Aquarrel is like buttermilk: once it's out of the churn, the more you shakeit, the more sour it grows.

Silenceis the ultimate weapon of power.

The loftierthe building the deeper the foundation must be.

Resolvingconflict is rarely about who is right. It is about acknowledgment andappreciation of differences.

Trust no one unless you have eaten much salt with him.

Thespirit indeed is willing, but the flesh is weak.

The larger the island of knowledge, the longer the shoreline of wonder.

Power tends to corrupt, and absolute power corrupts absolutely.