A great man's greatest good luck is to die at the right time.

We see through others only when we see through ourselves.

We probably have a greater love for those we support than for those who support us. Our vanity carries more weight than our self-interest.

An empty head is not really empty; it is stuffed with rubbish. Hence the difficulty of forcing anything into an empty head.

It is our talents rusting unused within us that secrete the poison of self-doubt into our bloodstream.

Children are the keys of paradise.

A preoccupation with the future not only prevents us from seeing the present as it is but often prompts us to rearrange the past.