The first responsibility of the Muslim is as teacher. That is his job, to teach. His first school, his first classroom is within the household. His first student is himself. He masters himself and then he begins to convey the knowledge that he has acquired to the family. The people who are closest to him.

I am perfectly confident that I could never adequately convey to any other human being the precise reasons why I continue to refrain from suicide–the reasons, that is, why I still find existence enough of a compensation to atone for its dominantly burthensome quality.

Dancing is a perpendicular expression of a horizontal desire.

For Saint Paul says that all that’s written well / Is written down some useful truth to tell.

People always tell me “Have a nice day.” Well, what if I don’t want to? What if I want to have a crappy day?