Poverty Is A Great Cutter-off And Riches

The Sense Of Truth No Matter How Subjective Is Necessary For The Experience Of Beauty.

Prohibitions Create The Desire They Were Intended To Cure.

Somewhere In The Heart Of Experience There Is An Order And A Coherence Which We Might Purprise If We Were Attentive Enough, Loving Enough, Or Patient Enough.

The Steward, According To Custom, Had Stopped All The Clocks. This, In The Language Of Narouz, Said "your Stay With Us Is So Brief, Let Us Not Be Reminded Of The Flight Of The Hours."

Like All Young Men I Set Out To Be A Genius, But Mercifully Laughter Intervened.