More firm and sure the hand of courage strikes, when it obeys the watchful eye of caution.

I think we judge talent wrong. What do we see as talent? I think I have made the same mistake myself. We judge talent by people's ability to strike a cricket ball. The sweetness, the timing. That's the only thing we see as talent. Things like determination, courage, discipline, temperament, these are also talent.

But Freedom Strike was actually quite cool.

I never panic when I get a wasp at my ear. As soon as you strike out, they'll sting you. So just stay cool.

That said, the question remains: how to strike the balance between free speech and mutual respect in this mixed-up world, both blessed and cursed with instant communication? We should not fight fire with fire, threats with threats.

Illness strikes men when they are exposed to change.

Not only strike while the iron is hot, but make it hot by striking.

I love the fact that we are surrounded by this spectacular natural beauty that routinely strikes us dead. Hikers walk off into the woods and are never seen again. And still we tug on our fleece and skip off into the wilderness, not a care in the world.

What reader wants to be told what attitude to strike?

A minister of Jesus Christ should not be regardless of his attitude. If he is the representative of Jesus Christ, his deportment, his attitude, his gestures, should be of that character which will not strike the beholder with disgust.

What strikes me is the fact that in our society, art has become something which is only related to objects, and not to individuals, or to life.

We know from the material that was recovered from the bin Laden compound that bin Laden was looking at the 10th anniversary of 9/11 as an opportunity to strike yet again at the U.S. homeland.

When terrorism strikes, divisive anger is a natural response.

Read over your compositions, and wherever you meet with a passage which you think is particularly fine, strike it out.

It is not the last stroke of a hammer that leads to the crumbling of the wall, but the summation of every single strike from the beginning.

Lightning makes no sound until it strikes.

Someone once asked Somerset Maugham if he wrote on a schedule or only when struck by Inspirational. "I write only when Inspirational strikes," he replied. "Fortunately it strikes every morning at nine o'clock sharp.

When you enter a grove peopled with ancient trees, higher than the ordinary, and shutting out the sky with their thickly inter-twined branches, do not the stately shadows of the wood, the stillness of the place, and the awful gloom of this doomed cavern then strike you with the presence of a deity?

Cancer gave me an understanding of the point of all this. To survive. Most of our lives it is easy but for the moments when it becomes difficult, when accident or sickness or sadness strikes, it's just about remembering one thing. You must simply survive.

I write only when Inspirational strikes. Fortunately it strikes every morning at nine o'clock sharp.

The advice I like to give young artists, or really anybody who'll listen to me, is not to wait around for Inspirational. Inspirational is for amateurs; the rest of us just show up and get to work. If you wait around for the clouds to part and a bolt of lightning to strike you in the brain, you are not going to make an awful lot of work. All the best ideas come out of the process; they come out of the work itself. Things occur to you. If you're sitting around trying to dream up a great art idea, you can sit there a long time before anything happens. But if you just get to work, something will occur to you and something else will occur to you and something else that you reject will push you in another direction. Inspirational is absolutely unnecessary and somehow deceptive. You feel like you need this great idea before you can get down to work, and I find that's almost never the case.

I miss you, mourn for you, and walk the streets alone- often at night, beside, I fall asleep in tears, for your dear face, yet not one word comes back to me. If it is finished, tell me, and I will raise the lid to my box of Phantoms, and lay one more love in; but if it lives and beats still, still lives and beats for me, then say so, and I will strike the strings to one more strain of happiness before I die.

I wish I was either in your arms full of faith, or that a Thunder bolt would strike me.

Beyond entrepreneurship and making money is wisdom. You may strike deals and lose your soul in the castrophy of financial success.