A tart temper never mellows with age and a sharp tongue is the only edged tool that grows keener with constant use.
The exercise of power is determined by thousands of interactions between the world of the powerful and that of the powerless all the more so because these worlds are never divided by a sharp line: everyone has a small part of himself in both.
The only faith that wears well and holds its color in all weathers is that which is woven of conviction and set with the sharp mordant of experience.
There is nothing worse than a sharp image of a fuzzy concept.
Temper never mellows with age and a sharp tongue is the only edged tool that grows keener with constant use.