April is the cruellest month breeding Lilacs out of the dead land mixing memory and desire stirring dull roots with Spring rain.

It is never too late to be what you might have been.

Most of the trouble in the world is caused by people wanting to be important.

Only those who will risk going too far can possibly find out how far one can go.

We shall not cease from exploration, and the end of all our exploring will be to arrive where we started and know the place for the first time.

If we really want to pray we must first learn to listen, for in the silence of the heart God speaks.

I learn a great deal by merely observing you, and letting you talk as long as you please, and taking note of what you do not say.

Where is the Life we have lost in living? Where is the wisdom we have lost in knowledge? Where is the knowledge we have lost in information?

Finding a way to live the simple life is one of life's supreme complications.

April is the cruelest month, breeding lilacs out of the dead land, mixing memory and desire, stirring dull roots with spring rain.

The journey, Not the destination matters.

This is the last moment of contentment untainted by sorrow, when the brain hesitates before delivering the message to the heart that it knows it must.

Stop. Talking."Her whisper was muffled against his lips, and his answering chuckle was muffled by hers."What would you have me do instead?""For starters? Put your mouth to better use.

Film your murders like love scenes, and film your love scenes like murders.

Businesses should follow and learn from others successes and failures in order to better understand and predict their own.

The greatest potential for growth and self-realisation exists in the second half of life.

In some cases, managers and employees have secured pensions beyond their original base salary. It is wrong, the people doing it know it's wrong, and we have to put an end to it.

This is the test of your manhood: How much is there left in you after you have lost everything outside of yourself?

I usually play toffs and soldiers, with a sideline in mass murderers.

The disease we all have and that we have to fight against all our lives is ... the disease of self.

Ambition hath but two steps: the lowest, blood; the highest, envy.