Ausbeute / Yield Drei / Three Du / Thou Du bist / Thou Art Fragte / Asked Geben / Give Gehen / Go Götter / Gods Kunst / Art Nahe / Near Schritte / Steps Sprechen / Speak Verwelken / Wilt Wahrheit / Truth Wenig / Little Zorn / Anger
My little brothers can ask me any question in the world, and if I've got the answer, I'm going to give it to them.
All the world old is queer save thee and me, and even thou art a little queer.
Too much and too little wine. Give him none, he cannot find truth; give him too much, the same.
If thou art master to thyself, circumstances shall harm thee little.
Chase after the truth like all hell and you'll free yourself, even though you never touch its coat tails.
We don't want anything from the government but that furtive little fellow called the truth - which, by the way, they'll never give you - which you have to go out and find by talking to people.
And shortly after that, when I try to get access to those soldiers, to ask them what in the world was going on, I was told that they did not work for me and I had no right to have access to any one of them.
I would not send a first story anywhere. I would give myself time to write a number of stories.
I rarely step on sidewalk cracks. I don't wear a watch. I touch my favorite tree before going on long trips.
