Most people’s minds are almost always too busy for them to feel their skins being caressed by the wind or the sun.

Even most of those who really never have time to read a book usually have more than enough time to listen to one.

Writing a book is one of the very few sensible reasons for not having time to read a book.

Doing is often a subconscious escape from being.

We, in the interest of the so-called progress, have been persuaded to leave the production and at times the cooking of our food to companies whose owners and employees make a living by exploiting our busyness or laziness and our innate hunger to continue living.