A handful of sand is an anthology of the universe.

A pedestrian is a man in danger of his life. A walker is a man in possession of his soul.

The high-ceilinged rooms, the little balconies, alcoves, nooks and angles all suggest sanctuary, escape, creature comfort. The reader, the scholar, the browser, the borrower is king.

Metaphorically these essays move as a quiet but observant coast-guard cutter among the rocks and islands up and down the littoral of our life.

Books fall open, you fall in, delighted where you've never been.

The decent docent doesn't doze; He teaches standing on his toes. His students dassn't doze and does, And that's what teaching is and was.

Your life will be rich for others only as it is rich for you.

Books fall open, you fall in.

The cricket's gone, we only hear machines In erg and atom they exact their pay. And life is largely lived on silver screens.

Life is a garment we continuously alter, but which never seems to fit.

But man must light for man The fires no other can, And find in his own eye Where the strange crossroads lie.

A determined will, grounded on a clear order of rank of values, coupled with organic strength of outlook, will also one day - despite all hindrances - enforce its realisation in all domains.

The suffering of a loved one was in many ways worse than one's one suffering because it left one feeling so very helpless.

It feels good to read book. But it is grander to write book.

Whereas women are most turned on by a man's depth of presence, men are most turned on by a woman's radiance and energy: how she moves, moans, smiles, and opens in love.

A calm mind releases the most precious capacity a human being can have: the capacity to turn anger into compassion, fear into fearlessness, and hatred into love.

What makes me most happy is connecting with others. I love meeting new people, being social, and engaging in empowering discussions.

It is important to recognize the limited ability of the legal system to prescribe and enforce the quality of social arrangements.

I am your brother. I was supposed to be your brother before either of us was born. Karmic debt. It appears I was Vlad the Impaler or Genghis Khan in a past life.

There's hidden sweetness in the stomach's emptiness.

When a task seems too daunting to even approach, break it up into little bits.