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One Of The Ironies Of Courage, And The Reason Why We Prize It So Highly, Is That We Find It Easier To Be Brave For Someone Else Than We Do For Ourselves Alone.

A Man Trusts Another Man When He Sees Enough Of Himself In Him.

While I Was Chained To A Wall And Being Tortured, I Realized, Through The Screaming Of My Mind, That Even In That Shackled, Bloody Helplessness, I Was Still Free: Free To Hate The Men Who Were Torturing Me, Or To Forgive Them. It Doesn't Sound Like Much, I Know. But In The Flinch And Bite Of The Chain, When It's All You've Got, That Freedom Is A Universe Of Possibility. And The Choice You Make Between Hating And Forgiving, Can Become The Story Of Your Life.

The World Is Run By One Million Evil Men, Ten Million Stupid Men, And A Hundred Million Cowards.

Nobody Who Has Done Business In Any Country With An Indian Would Doubt The Shrewdness Of Indians, But What Indian People Bring To The World Is Something Special And Unique, Which Is The Capacity For A Loving Interaction.