“The militant Muslim is the person who beheads the infidel, while the moderate Muslim holds the feet of the victim.”

I did not write half of what I saw, for I knew I would not be believed

Here people was once used to be honourable: now they are all bad; they have kept one goodness: that they are greatest boozers.

The true sweetness of wine is one flavor.

I have not told the half of what I saw.

My heart beats as much as I can breathe.

You will hear it for yourself, and it will surely fill you with wonder.

Without stones there is no arch.

I speak and speak but the listener retains only the words he is expecting. It is not the voice that commands the story: it is the ear.

One of these nuts is a meal for a man, both meat and drink.

With aching hands and bleeding feet We dig and heap, lay stone on stone; We bear the burden and the heat Of the long day, and wish ’twere done. Not till the hours of light return All we have built do we discern.

If the shoe doesn’t fit, must we change the foot?

If you drive a car, I’ll tax the street; if you try to sit, I’ll tax your seat; if you get too cold, I’ll tax the heat; if you take a walk, I’ll tax your feet.

Even when I was close to defeat I rose to my feet

It embarrasses me to think of all those years I was buying silk suits and alligator shoes that were hurting my feet; cars that I just parked, and the dust would just build up on them.

But I, being poor, have only my dreams; I have spread my dreams under your feet; Tread softly because you tread on my dreams.

Everything exists, everything is true and the earth is just a bit of dust beneath our feet.

A man on a horse is spiritually, as well as physically, bigger then a man on foot.