Many Wear The Robes, But Few Walk

Till The Master Of All Good Workmen Shall Set Us To Work Anew.

Fiction Is Truth's Elder Sister. Obviously. No One In The World Knew What Truth Was Till Some One Had Told A Story.

They Are Fools Who Kiss And Tell'-- Wisely Has The Poet Sung. Man May Hold All Sorts Of Posts If He'll Only Hold His Tongue.

For All We Take We Must Pay, But The Price Is Cruel High.

Now India Is A Place Beyond All Others Where One Must Not Take Things Too Seriously—the Midday Sun Always Excepted.