discretion

Why must you speak your thoughts? Silence, if fair words stick in your throat, would serve all our ends better.

But nothing will persuade me that the mere fact of being in a place is enough in itself to justify the effort of getting out of bed to become a tourist, or even a traveller. I don't have the slightest wish to be intrepid. I don't want to prove myself to myself or anyone else. I don't care if no one thinks me brave or hardy. I have no concern at all that I did not have whatever it is I should have had to take a dive out of a plane or off a building. None of that matters to me in the least.

We need Wisdom to seek for the Kindom and we need the Kingdom to have the Freedom to posess all other things!

Impulsivity is something akin to spontaneously jumping out of an airplane and not realizing that you forgot something until about five seconds before impact.

Those who possess wisdom cannot just ladle it out to every wantwit and jackanapes who comes along and asks for it. A person must be prepared to receive wisdom, or else it will do him more harm than good. Moreover, a lout thrashing about in the clear waters of wisdom will dirty those waters for everyone else.

When you are posessed by evil spirits, it is crafty manipulations that you follow; but when you are posessed by the Holy Spirit of God, it is wise discretions you pursue!

Miss Benson had the power; which some people have, of carrying her wishes through to fulfillment; her will was strong, her sense was excellent, and people yielded to her _ they did not know why.

That we may not fall short of desire, but let us give way to the unspoken passion hidden in the closet of our discretion. (__répuscule du désir_)

One should never trust a woman who tells one her real age. A woman who would tell one that would tell one anything.

Our best-laid plans are often our worst-made decisions.

Great is our admiration of the orator who speaks with fluency and discretion.

Politeness is the first thing people lose once they get the power.

If there's one thing I don't look for in a maid, it's discretion. Except with my own secrets, of course.

Samad! My mouth is like the grave! Whatever is told to me dies with me."Whatever was told to Zinat invariably lit up the telephone network, rebounded off aerials, radio waves, and satellites along the way, picked up finally by advanced alien civilizations as it bounced through the atmosphere of planets far removed from this one.

A secret spoken finds wings.

You know your Bible too well and life too little.

Sometimes the best virtue learned on the battlefield is modesty.

Let us retreat when we can, not when we must. Lord Chatham