There is never a better measure of what a person is than what he does when he is absolutely free read more

There is never a better measure of what a person is than what he does when he is absolutely free to choose.

The hermit doesn't sleep at night, in love with the blue of the vacant moon. The cool of the breeze read more

The hermit doesn't sleep at night, in love with the blue of the vacant moon. The cool of the breeze that rustles the trees rustles him too.

I thought so hard I got a headache.

I thought so hard I got a headache.

You give but little when you give of your possessions. It is when you give of yourself that you truly read more

You give but little when you give of your possessions. It is when you give of yourself that you truly give.
- Kahlil Gibran.

The poverty of our century is unlike that of any other. It is not, as poverty was before, the result read more

The poverty of our century is unlike that of any other. It is not, as poverty was before, the result of natural scarcity, but of a set of priorities imposed upon the rest of the world by the rich. Consequently, the modern poor are not pitied but written off as trash. The twentieth-century consumer economy has produced the first culture for which a beggar is a reminder of nothing.

You don't always get what you ask for, but you never get what you don't ask for... unless it's contagious!.

You don't always get what you ask for, but you never get what you don't ask for... unless it's contagious!.

A free man is a jealous of his responsibilities as he is of his liberties.

A free man is a jealous of his responsibilities as he is of his liberties.

The willingness to accept responsibility for one's own life is the source from which self-respect springs.

The willingness to accept responsibility for one's own life is the source from which self-respect springs.

It has to be displayed, this face, on a more or less horizontal plane. Imagine a man wearing a mask, read more

It has to be displayed, this face, on a more or less horizontal plane. Imagine a man wearing a mask, and imagine that the elastic which holds the mask on has just broken, so that the man (rather than let the mask slip off) has to tilt his head back and balance the mask on his real face. This is the kind of tyranny which Lawson's face exerts over the rest of his body as he cruises along the corridors. He doesn't look down his nose at you, he looks along his nose.