Words cannot convey the value of yoga - it has to be experienced.
The oat is the Horatio Alger of cereals, which progressed, if not from rags to riches, at least from weed to health food.
The turnip is a capricious vegetable, which seems reluctant to show itself at its best.
In medieval times the habit arose of expressing a man's wealth, no longer in terms of the amount of land in his estate, but of the amount of pepper in his pantry. One way of saying that a man was poor was to say that he lacked pepper. The wealthy lacked pepper. The wealthy kept large stores of pepper in their houses, and let it be known that it was there: it was a guarantee of solvency.
Every country possesses, it seems, the sort of cuisine it deserves, which is to say the sort of cuisine it is appreciative enough to want. I used to think that the notoriously bad cooking of the English was an example to the contrary, and that the English cook the way they do because, through sheer technical deficiency, they had not been able to master the art of cooking. I have discovered to my stupefaction that the English cook that way because that is the way they like it.
Drink wine every day, at lunch and dinner, and the rest will take care of itself.
It is the destiny of mint to be crushed.
In black America there's such a thing as passing, the black people who are light skinned and they will pass for white.
As if men did not die fast enough, they are ingenious at finding out ways to destroy one another.
All God requires from us is to enjoy life and love. That's the whole point.
Or is it your reputation that's bothering you? But look at how soon we're all forgotten. The abyss of endless time that swallows it all. The emptiness of those applauding hands. The people who praise us; how capricious they are, how arbitrary. And the tiny region it takes place. The whole earth a point in space - and most of it uninhabited.