Concentrate, play your game, and don't be afraid to win.

Concentrate, play your game, and don't be afraid to win.

In the light of his vision he has found his freedom: his thoughts are peace, his words are peace and read more

In the light of his vision he has found his freedom: his thoughts are peace, his words are peace and his work is peace.

It is our belief that if people are set free to express themselves to the fullest, their accomplishments will be read more

It is our belief that if people are set free to express themselves to the fullest, their accomplishments will be far beyond their dreams, and they will not only contribute to the growth of the company, but will also be more useful citizens and contribute to the society at large.

Virtue herself is her own fairest reward. - Punica.

Virtue herself is her own fairest reward. - Punica.

The weak have one weapon: the errors of those who think they are strong.

The weak have one weapon: the errors of those who think they are strong.

There is nothing more wonderful than freedom of speech.

There is nothing more wonderful than freedom of speech.

The suspicious believe everybody to be suspicious; the liar feels secure in the thought that he is not so foolish read more

The suspicious believe everybody to be suspicious; the liar feels secure in the thought that he is not so foolish as to believe that there is such a phenomenon as a strictly truthful person; the envious see envy in every soul; the miser thinks everybody is eager to get his money;...and the abandoned sensualist looks upon the saint as a hypocrite

The weakest living creature, by concentrating his powers on a single object, can accomplish good results while the strongest, by read more

The weakest living creature, by concentrating his powers on a single object, can accomplish good results while the strongest, by dispersing his effort over many chores, may fail to accomplish anything. Drops of water, by continually falling, hone their passage through the hardest of rocks but the hasty torrent rushes over it with hideous uproar and leaves no trace behind.

Nature does not loathe virtue: it is unaware of its existence. - A Letter to Myself.

Nature does not loathe virtue: it is unaware of its existence. - A Letter to Myself.