The earth has a skin and that skin has diseases; one of its diseases is called man.

looking down at the Chinese officer who was trying to gather his entrails with his hands. Suriyawong had the irrational thought that the man ought really to wash his organs before jamming them back into his abdomen. It was so unsanitary.

Every man has his destiny. But who needs to to go to a fortune-teller to find it? Do I go to a chef to find out if I'm hungry?" Nobu

We know but a few men, a great many coats and breeches.

Written By Henry David Thoreau

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