One person alone is not a full person: we exist in relation to others. I was one person: I risked becoming no person.
Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,and I took the one most travelled by. It was littered with corpses, as such roads are. But as you have noticed, my own corpse is not among them.
Men! They never think of the half the people in the world they live in: women.
these monks are not senile
