I would by all means have men beware, lest Aesop’s pretty fable of the fly that sate on the pole of a chariot at the Olympic races and said, ‘What a dust do I raise,’...

We have a long distance to travel,’ said the Angel of Death to our friend Gil, as soon as they had left the Villa. ‘I will order my chariot.’ And he struck the ground with...

You are moving on the chariot of your desire whatever you are thinking is always right.