I tip my hat to the new constitution, I take a bow for the new revolution, smile and grin at the change all around me.

You know that feeling when you first arrive in a new city? However tired you are, however shattered by the flight, you are impatient to get out and sample the streets, the life, the action.

It's just all about opportunities, knocking doors down and see who answers.

Coffee goes great with sudden death.

If history has a habit of repeating itself, doesn't someone have to stay behind to shout out a warning?

I find that when I do not think of myself I do not think at all.

Discovering, for example, that as witnesses to your life diminish, there is less corroboration, and therefore less certainty, as to what you are or have been. [p. 65]

A merchant is someone who figures out how to select, how to smell, how to identify, how to feel, how to time, how to buy, how to sell, and how to hopefully have two plus two equal six.

Some folklorists just collected dead bones from one graveyard, only to bury them in another, their library.

People will buy anything that is one to a customer.

Every interpretation is but an introduction to another interpretation, and that is how Talmud pages are printed.