Any damn fool can be spontaneous.

I dunno what my 23 infantile years in America signify. I left as soon as motion was autarchic -- I mean my motion.

The rustling of the silk is discontinued, Dust drifts over the courtyard, There is not sound of footfall, and the leaves Scurry into heaps and lie still, And she the rejoicer of the heart is beneath them: A wet leaf that clings to the threshold.

Wars are made to make debt.

In our time, the curse is monetary illiteracy, just as inability to read plain print was the curse of earlier centuries.

Consider the way of the scientists rather than the way of an advertising agent for a new soap.

The flavors of the peach and the apricot are not lost from generation to generation. Neither are they transmitted by book learning.