The pomegranate salads of Spain I did not taste, and much do I regret it; but I must say that, though the red-cored pippy fruit may throw a pleasant acid halo about the shred lettuce luminous with golden oil, the fruit itself is a most ugly and disappointing thing in real life.

Embrace me, / My sweet embraceable you. / Embrace me, / You irreplaceable you. / Just one look at you - my heart grew tipsy in me. / You and you alone bring out the gypsy in me.

I beheld the charmingest creature in the world, supporting herself on the arm of the gasping Dorcas, sighing, trembling, and ready to faint, with nothing on but an under-petticoat […].

[They explain] that if there is no need to say that understanding things in this way is necessary for the attainment of buddahood, how much more so that it be a sine qua non for liberation from samsāra.