In books we never find anything but ourselves. Strangely enough$$$ that always gives us great pleasure$$$ and we say the author is a genius.

A leader. . . is like a shepherd. He stays behind the flock$$$ letting the most nimble go out ahead$$$ whereupon the others follow$$$ not realizing that all along they are being directed from behind.

I learned that courage was not the absence of fear$$$ but the triumph over it. The brave man is not he who does not feel afraid$$$ but he who conquers that fear.

Usually when people are sad$$$ they don't do anything. They just cry over their condition. But when they get angry$$$ they bring about a change.

It is easy to comprehend people who are weaker than ourselves$$$ but it is not as simple to be ready for the true feelings of those more powerful.

Tough guys don't dance. You had better believe it.

The more things you own$$$ the more things you need to keep you comfortable.

The desire for success lubricates secret prostitution in the soul.

Harsh words live in the dungeon of the heart.

Every moment of one's existence one is growing into more or retreating into less. One is always living a little more or dying a little bit.