"Don't start chirping," offered Josh, "until you're completely out of shit. Singing Hallelujahs can be dangerous in the wrong places and at the wrong times."
"And ... not everyone who shits on you is your enemy."
“When you stop crying and start doing, the world notices it too. Even enemies begin to respect you. Then help arrives. Your luck turns.”
“When the mule had stopped braying, the villagers noticed the sudden silence. One peeked in to see if the donkey was dead.”
"Pa, I am the shortest in my class," complained Josh, "and people tease me for that."
"Do they?" answered Rosh, "Well, they don't know the secret advantages of being short then."
Josh laughed at the funny joke. Rosh loved it, that he’d got it straight away.
“Wanna play a game?” he asked.
Josh nodded, a happy smile suddenly breaking up on his face.
A King invited a famous visiting astrologer to study his horoscope and tell him about his future.
The astrologer was quite learned.
He studied it thoroughly and did his calculations well. Finally, he gave his verdict.
Rosh’s face darkened at this barrage of profanity spewing out of his child’s mouth. Not caring to investigate the incident any further and uncaring about who was at fault, his temper flared.
“Shut your mouth”, he rebuked viciously, “It is like a sewer, with only dirt flowing through.”
On seeing Nakagawa bow before the human image, Phillips couldn't contain himself.
"The old Chinese masters spit on Buddha statues or burnt them down!" he said.
"Why do you bow down before them?"
“If we want to be great, we should learn to have habits of the great. Discussing people and their follies, like we are, is futile. In doing that, we become no more than the three raindrops.”
“Raindrops?” Josh was perplexed.
He plucked an arrow from the quiver, placed it on the bow, and pulled the string.
"What do you see when you aim?" Dron asked him when he was ready to release his arrow.
“Everything he touched turned instantly into gold. It was miraculous!"
"He touched a tree. Gold! He touched a stone. Gold! He touched a piece of shit. Gold!”
“Wow!” said Josh, “I really want that golden touch. Can Dionysus make me rich too? ”