Hahnji, Mister, You Must Be

The Law Is A Grim, Unsmiling Thing. Not Justice, Though. Justice Is Witty And Whimsical And Kind And Caring.

He Who Spits Paan At The Ceiling Only Blinds Himself.

Walk, First, Through The Fire, Then Philosophize.

After All, Our Lives Are But A Sequence Of Accidents - A Clanking Chain Of Chance Events. A String Of Choices, Casual Or Deliberate, Which Add Up To That One Big Calamity We Call Life.

The Whole Quilt Is Much More Important Than Any Single Square.