No Matter How Prosperous A Man Was,

A Debt May Get Mouldy, But It Never Decays.

When There Is A Big Tree Small Ones Climb On Its Back To Reach The Sun.

Charity . . . Is The Opium Of The Privileged.

We Don't Want To Be Simply Wandering About Without Some Kind Of Reason, We Want Our Presence Here To Have A Purpose, And That We Are Not Going To End Here, We Are Going To Proceed Somewhere Else, And Also That We Didn't Begin Here, That We Began Somewhere Else And All That Living, All That Elaborate Account Of Our Presence Seems To Be Quite Basic To Our Nature And So This Is What Literacy Taps Into.

The Singer Should Sing Well Even If It Is Merely To Himself, Rather Than Dance Badly For The Whole World.