And you, madam, are ugly. But I shall be sober in the morning.

We are masters of the unsaid words, but slaves of those we let slip out.

A prisoner of war is a man who tries to kill you and fails, and then asks you not to kill him.

The Government of India had imprisoned Mr. Gandhi and they had been sitting outside his cell door begging him to help them out of their difficulties.

They have done what they like. Their difficulty is to like what they have done.

The length of this document defends it well against the risk of its being read.

Every day you may make progress. Every step may be fruitful. Yet there will stretch out before you an ever-lengthening, ever-ascending, ever-improving path. You know you will never get to the end of the journey. But this, so far from discouraging, only adds to the joy and glory of the climb.