*image by Ben Harubin

When he would take particular notice of a certain activity within him,
one man would often say,
"Ahh, the sewer backs up on me again,
I see."

 

A boy whose father had held almost daily talks with him in which the elder
would offer extensive commentaries on the nature of man, his collective existence,
and the phenomenon of life itself, one day asked the old man, "Can you distill
for me in a few words precisely what it is that you have for so long been trying
to convey to me about the many things in life you have spoken of?"
"Yes," his father replied. "They're all bullshit."
"Then why," asked the boy, "did you spend so much time talking about them?"
"Because that's all any of them are -- just talk."
And eventually the young man appreciated the approach his father had
utilized in this particular aspect of his upbringing.

There was once a king who went hunting, and the Hunting Master would only
hand His Grace invisible arrows when on the trail of invisible prey.

One man thought, "If I just wouldn't talk to fools I might be all right."
(And he knew just which fool he had in mind.)

O.H.T.D.: Okay, Here's The Danger:
Every time you say "I," you believe that the thought saying I is you
-- that's the danger.

Words are like a suit on a dead man.

One man swallowed an ocean --
another man absorbed a desert.
See! -- don't give up yet.