I do not speak frequently or otherwise to the press.

Dance well with a woman, he thought smugly, and she’s halfway yours.

What manner of man is this, or what manner of creature is it in the semblance of man? I feel the dread of this horrible place overpowering me; I am in fear -- in awful fear -- and there is no escape for me; I am encompassed about with terrors that I dare not think of...

In what spirit is this explanation given? Without being caught up in signs, just according to things as they are, without agitation.

Written By Thich Nhat Hanh

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