Oh East Is East And West Is

Beware Of Overconcern For Money, Or Position, Or Glory. Someday You Will Meet A Man Who Cares For None Of These Things. Then You Will Know How Poor You Are.

The Masterless Man . . . Afflicted With The Magic Of The Necessary Words. . . . Words That May Become Alive And Walk Up And Down In The Hearts Of The Hearers.

Of Course The Man Was Wild Too. He Was Dreadfully Wild. He Didn't Even Begin To Be Tame Till He Met The Woman, And She Told Him That She Did Not Like Living In His Wild Ways. She Picked Out A Nice Dry Cave, Instead Of A Heap Of Wet Leaves, To Lie Down In; And She Strewed Clean Sand On The Floor; And She Lit A Nice Fire Of Wood At The Back Of The Cave; And She Hung A Dried Wild-horse Skin, Tail Down, Across The Opening Of The Cave; And She Said, 'wipe Your Feet, Dear, When You Come In, And Now We'll Keep House.

The World Is Very Lovely, And It's Very Horrible--and It Doesn't Care About Your Life Or Mine Or Anything Else.

When Your Daemon Is In Charge, Do Not Try To Think Consciously. Drift, Wait, And Obey.