I Am Coming Back To

We Are Made Mysteries To Ourselves By The Rooster Coop We Are Locked In.

You Ask 'are You A Man Or A Demon?' Neither, I Say. I Have Woken Up, And The Rest Of You Are Sleeping, And That Is The Only Difference Between Us.

Go To The Tea Shop Anywhere Along The Ganga, Sir, And Look At The Men Working In That Tea Shop - Men, I Say, But Better To Call Them Human Spiders That Go Crawling In Between And Under The Tables With Rags In Their Hands, Crushed Humans In Crushed Uniforms, Sluggish, Unshaven, In Their Thirties Or Forties Or Fifties But Still "boys." But That Is Your Fate If You Do Your Job Well - With Honesty, Dedication, And Sincerity, The Way Gandhi Would Have Done It, No Doubt.

The Moment You Recognize What Is Beautiful In This World, You Stop Being A Slave

Inconvenience In Progress, Work Is Regretted.