Return those shoes to the shoemaker Return this hand to my father This pillow to the pillowmaker Those slippers to the shop. That wainscot to the carpenter, But my mind my tranquil and eternal Mind Return it to whom?

I'd also gone through an entire year of celibacy based on my feeling that lust was the direct cause of birth which was the direct cause of suffering and death.

You can't live in this world but there's nowhere else to go.

All of life is a foreign country.

For life is holy and every moment is precious.

To the children and the innocent it's all the same.

If moderation is a fault, then indifference is a crime.