Death and it's associates, after the initial shock produce callousness.

Tim Brooke-Taylor: "The Times: Nothing Happened Yesterday

He's the one
Who likes all our pretty songs
And he likes to sing along
And he likes to shoot his gun
But he knows not what it means.

The Spirit of Awakening is known to be of two kinds: the spirit of aspiring for Awakening, and the spirit of venturing toward awakening. Just as one perceives the difference between a person who yearns to travel and a traveler, so do the learned recognize the corresponding difference between these two.

You will love again the stranger who was your self.
Give wine. Give bread. Give back your heart
to itself, to the stranger who has loved you all your life, whom you ignored
for another, who knows you by heart.

I think....living in such a hard situation when there are terrorists and they slaughter people every night is still hard -- is still a threat. So it's a better idea to speak out for your rights and then die...we will speak out for our rights. This is what we can do, and we tried our best.

Believe me, I loved you all.
Believe me, I knew you, though faintly, and I loved, I loved you
All.

You know what I call him? Not Roy O'Bannon. Roy O'Baloney!

Capitalism is being attacked not because it is inefficient or misgoverned but because it is cynical. And indeed a society based on the assertion that private vices become public benefits cannot endure, no matter how impeccable its logic, no matter how great its benefits.

Kurokami no
Shira kami made to
Musubiteshi
Kokoro hitotsu wo
Ima takame ya mo

Kiêu ngạo đi trước, bại hoại theo sau. (Kinh Thánh)

I did find Calypso — but only once, far in the depths of the very wildest of Canadian dark woods, near those high, cold, moss-covered swamps. … I felt as if I were in the presence of superior beings who loved me and beckoned me to come. I sat down beside them and wept for joy.

After this I proceeded to the city of Barwan, in the road to which is a high mountain, covered with snow and exceedingly cold; they call it the Hindu Kush, that is Hindu-slayer, because most of the slaves brought thither from India die on account of the intenseness of the cold.

Imperceptible
It withers in the world,
This flower-like human heart.

Frank Reicher — Dr. James

Daisuke Katô - Inokichi