Cowardece Is Often Just Another

Let Me Explain Something To You. Look Around Here. How Many People Do You Count? Sixty, Eighty, Eighty People? Greeks, Germans, Italians, French, Americans. Tourists From Everywhere. Eating, Drinking, Talking, Laughing. And From Bombay - Indians And Iranians And Afghans And Arabs And Africans. But How Many Of These People Have Real Power, Real Destiny, Real Dynamic For Their Place, And Their Time, And The Lives Of Thousand Of People? I Will Tell You - Four. Four People In This Room With Power, And The Rest Are Like The Rest Of The People Everywhere: Powerless, Sleepers In The Dream.

If You Make Your Heart Into A Weapon, You End Up Using It On Yourself.

I Look Back, Now, And I Know That The Naming Moment, Which Seemed So Insignificant Then, Which Seemed To Demand No More Than An Arbitrary And Superstitious Yes Or No, Was In Fact A Pivotal Moment In My Life.

The Best Revenge, Like The Best Sex, Is Performed Slowly, And With The Eyes Open.

The Choice You Make, Between Hating And Forgiving, Can Become The Story Of Your Life.