And in India it was necessary to take people's feelings into consideration.

How we flounder when emotion overtakes us.

I cannot waste time in these classes and these books$$$ memorizing the weak assumptions of lesser mortals.

I suppose the pain of parting will be red and loud.

I grew$$$ a happy$$$ healthy child in a bright world of illustrated books$$$ clean sand$$$ orange trees$$$ friendly dogs$$$ sea vistas and smiling faces.

We think not in words but in shadows of words.

Ladies and gentlemen of the jury$$$ exhibit number one is what the seraphs$$$ the misinformed$$$ simple$$$ noble-winged seraphs$$$ envied. Look at this tangle of thorns.

There is only one real number: one. And love$$$ apparently$$$ is the best exponent of this singularity.

Reality is neither the subject nor the object of true art which creates its own special reality having nothing to do with the average "reality" perceived by the communal eye.

I cannot disobey something which I do not know and the reality of which I have the right to deny.