Many wear the robes, but few walk the Way." The Lama in Kim
The Guns, Thank God, The Guns.
Bite on the bullet, old man, and don't let them think you're afraid.
The masterless man . . . afflicted with the magic of the necessary words. . . . Words that may become alive and walk up and down in the hearts of the hearers.
I am the Cat who walks by himself, and all places are alike to me.
Something I owe to the soil that grew-More to the life that fed-But most to Allah who gave me two Separate sides of my head. I would go without shirt or shoes, Friends, tobacco, or bread Sooner than for an instant lose Either side of my head.