A Bar is a place that serves depressants but promote a loud and active atmosphere -- coffee shops, by contrast serve stimulants and have a chill atmosphere with soft music.

A Bar is a place where one drink calls for another to keep it company.

A Bar is a place where madness is sold by the bottle.

A Bar is nothing but a liar. It promises good cheer and sends sorrow.

Breath is the bridge which connects life to consciousness, which unites your body to your thoughts.

Breath is like an insect: its flight goes every which way, a butterfly-fragrance. Can you ever tell whose breath it is that catches you in a crowd?

Breath is circular, like the horizon on the open sea, a circle-fragrance. No one direction. It simply surrounds.

Breath is Spirit. The act of breathing is Living.

The Father is an ATM machine in trousers.

A Father is a guy who is working his son’s way through college.

A Father is not one who teaches you how to live. Rather, he lives and lets you watch him do it.

The Father is as overrated as the child — as fathers commonly go, it is seldom a misfortune to be fatherless; and considering the general run of sons, as seldom a misfortune to be childless.