I’m enraged at this bad turn my body has done me…

I wonder what inspires a man to complain of “having nothing to do”...

They flock together like ants, hurry east and west, run north and south…

But when she sat on the edge of her bed, still faintly hearing the high accents of the music below, which seemed to be endlessly repeating tin-cup, top-hat, she saw that she knew what advice she would get if she went to get it…

Ziyong asked, Is there one word that can be practiced for the whole of one’s life? ...

I have five pebbles, not too different in size and weight, yet a randomness about them…

Next is he who cultivates the shoots of goodness…

To be true is the Way of heaven. To make oneself true is the Way of man…

You can’t never go wrong cuttin’ fence…

I went for a rug-rethink in Queensway this afternoon…

And now I am one of the unemployed. What do we do all day?...

The whole aim of practical politics is to keep the populace alarmed by menacing it with an endless series of hobgoblins, all of them imaginary.