<?xml version='1.0' encoding='windows-1252'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3428771</id><updated>2010-02-09T17:38:20.585-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Quotes</title><subtitle type='html'>Pithy comments I thought were worth saving.</subtitle><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3428771/posts/default'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puneet.kapur.org/quotes/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3428771/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25'/><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.kapur.org/puneet/quotes.html/atom.xml'/><author><name>Puneet </name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11363037626264377612</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>39</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3428771.post-8516162569959612873</id><published>2009-08-21T13:24:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-08-21T13:28:16.861-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>“When an elder dies, a great library and archive burns to the ground.”

~ Bruce Kidd, Dean of physical education and health at the University of Toronto. citing an Ethiopian saying</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3428771/posts/default/8516162569959612873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3428771/posts/default/8516162569959612873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puneet.kapur.org/quotes/index.html#8516162569959612873' title=''/><author><name>Puneet </name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11363037626264377612</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='07218942295806058290'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3428771.post-6364269405868631891</id><published>2009-07-24T19:37:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-07-24T19:39:36.223-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"If you want to build a ship, 
don’t drum up people together to collect wood 
and don’t assign them tasks and work, 
but rather teach them to long for the endless immensity of the sea."

~Antoine de Saint-Exupery</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3428771/posts/default/6364269405868631891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3428771/posts/default/6364269405868631891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puneet.kapur.org/quotes/index.html#6364269405868631891' title=''/><author><name>Puneet </name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11363037626264377612</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='07218942295806058290'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3428771.post-1503068180026772235</id><published>2009-07-05T23:52:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-07-05T23:52:43.118-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"Write to be understood, speak to be heard, read to grow."

~ Lawrence Clark Powell</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3428771/posts/default/1503068180026772235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3428771/posts/default/1503068180026772235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puneet.kapur.org/quotes/index.html#1503068180026772235' title=''/><author><name>Puneet </name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11363037626264377612</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='07218942295806058290'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3428771.post-5749874775115552976</id><published>2009-06-25T15:34:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2009-06-25T15:38:24.943-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>
The moment when, after many years
of hard work and a long voyage
you stand in the centre of your room,
house, half-acre, square mile, island, country,
knowing at last how you got there,
and say, I own this,

is the same moment when the trees unloose
their soft arms from around you,
the birds take back their language,
the cliffs fissure and collapse,
the air moves back from you like a wave
and </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3428771/posts/default/5749874775115552976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3428771/posts/default/5749874775115552976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puneet.kapur.org/quotes/index.html#5749874775115552976' title=''/><author><name>Puneet </name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11363037626264377612</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='07218942295806058290'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3428771.post-307320400849983986</id><published>2009-02-05T15:32:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-05T15:36:29.284-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"In the wilderness there is never this sense of having to move, never the feeling of boredom if nothing dramatic happens. Time moves slowly, as it should, for it is a part of beauty that cannot be hurried if it is to be understood. Without this easy flowing, life can become empty and hectic."


~Reflections from the North Country, by Sigurd Olson</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3428771/posts/default/307320400849983986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3428771/posts/default/307320400849983986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puneet.kapur.org/quotes/index.html#307320400849983986' title=''/><author><name>Puneet </name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11363037626264377612</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='07218942295806058290'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3428771.post-7873729783247168439</id><published>2008-08-20T01:11:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-08-20T01:13:24.005-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"Perhaps love is the process of my leading you gently back to yourself"
~ Antoine de Saint-Exupery author of the "Little Prince"</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3428771/posts/default/7873729783247168439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3428771/posts/default/7873729783247168439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puneet.kapur.org/quotes/index.html#7873729783247168439' title=''/><author><name>Puneet </name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11363037626264377612</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='07218942295806058290'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3428771.post-7794975198727737627</id><published>2007-10-16T22:19:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-10-16T22:25:36.727-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Each day forces us 
to totter on planks we hope
will become bridges.


~ Haiku by Australian Poet Kevin Hart in "The Ethical Imagination" by Margaret Somerville</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3428771/posts/default/7794975198727737627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3428771/posts/default/7794975198727737627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puneet.kapur.org/quotes/index.html#7794975198727737627' title=''/><author><name>Puneet </name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11363037626264377612</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='07218942295806058290'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3428771.post-115533987531959385</id><published>2006-08-11T17:43:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-08-11T17:44:35.330-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"It is not the strongest of the species that survive, nor the most intelligent, but the one most responsive to change."~ Charles Darwin</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3428771/posts/default/115533987531959385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3428771/posts/default/115533987531959385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puneet.kapur.org/quotes/index.html#115533987531959385' title=''/><author><name>Puneet </name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11363037626264377612</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='07218942295806058290'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3428771.post-115282840361268227</id><published>2006-07-13T16:04:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-07-13T16:06:43.623-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I slept and dreamt that life was joy.I awoke and saw that life was service.I acted and behold service was joy.~ Rabindranath Tagore</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3428771/posts/default/115282840361268227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3428771/posts/default/115282840361268227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puneet.kapur.org/quotes/index.html#115282840361268227' title=''/><author><name>Puneet </name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11363037626264377612</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='07218942295806058290'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3428771.post-113791465086680398</id><published>2006-01-22T00:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-01-22T00:30:55.583-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I must not fear.Fear is the mind-killer.Fear is the little-death that brings total obliteration.I will face my fear.I will permit it to pass over me and through me.And when it has gone past I will turn the inner eye to see its path.Where the fear has gone there will be nothing.Only I will remain.
~ Bene Gesserit Litany Against Fear
~ From Frank Herbert's Dune Book Series</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3428771/posts/default/113791465086680398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3428771/posts/default/113791465086680398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puneet.kapur.org/quotes/index.html#113791465086680398' title=''/><author><name>Puneet </name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11363037626264377612</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='07218942295806058290'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3428771.post-112278453167182155</id><published>2005-07-30T22:34:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-07-30T22:35:31.673-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"There have been joys too great to be described in words, and there have
been griefs upon which I have not dared to dwell, and with these in mind
I say, climb if you will, but remember that courage and strength are
naught without prudence, and that a momentary negligence may destroy the
happiness of a lifetime. Do nothing in haste, look well to each step,
and from the beginning think what may be </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3428771/posts/default/112278453167182155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3428771/posts/default/112278453167182155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puneet.kapur.org/quotes/index.html#112278453167182155' title=''/><author><name>Puneet </name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11363037626264377612</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='07218942295806058290'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3428771.post-112278425081842615</id><published>2005-07-30T22:29:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-07-30T22:33:43.190-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"The highest reward for man's toil is not what he gets for it, but what he becomes by it."~ John Ruskin</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3428771/posts/default/112278425081842615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3428771/posts/default/112278425081842615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puneet.kapur.org/quotes/index.html#112278425081842615' title=''/><author><name>Puneet </name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11363037626264377612</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='07218942295806058290'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3428771.post-107652244065231827</id><published>2004-02-11T11:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-02-09T17:35:18.041-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"To know thyself is the ultimate form of aggression."~ Marion Levy Jr.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3428771/posts/default/107652244065231827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3428771/posts/default/107652244065231827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puneet.kapur.org/quotes/index.html#107652244065231827' title=''/><author><name>Puneet </name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11363037626264377612</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='07218942295806058290'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3428771.post-107101026270834753</id><published>2003-12-09T15:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-02-09T17:35:18.043-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"Those who have never entered upon scientific pursuits know not a tithe of the poetry by which they are surrounded."~ Herbert Spencer</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3428771/posts/default/107101026270834753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3428771/posts/default/107101026270834753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puneet.kapur.org/quotes/index.html#107101026270834753' title=''/><author><name>Puneet </name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11363037626264377612</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='07218942295806058290'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3428771.post-106920076656837337</id><published>2003-11-18T17:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-02-09T17:35:18.046-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"Anyone can sympathize with another's sorrow, but to sympathize with another's joy is the attribute of an angel."~ Arthur Schopenhauer</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3428771/posts/default/106920076656837337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3428771/posts/default/106920076656837337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puneet.kapur.org/quotes/index.html#106920076656837337' title=''/><author><name>Puneet </name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11363037626264377612</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='07218942295806058290'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3428771.post-106920063811547182</id><published>2003-11-18T17:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-02-09T17:35:18.049-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>There is not much to choose between a woman who deceives us for another, and a woman who deceives another for ourselves.~ Augier</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3428771/posts/default/106920063811547182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3428771/posts/default/106920063811547182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puneet.kapur.org/quotes/index.html#106920063811547182' title=''/><author><name>Puneet </name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11363037626264377612</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='07218942295806058290'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3428771.post-106753586080645214</id><published>2003-10-30T10:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-02-09T17:35:18.051-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"Life is very nice, but it lacks form. It is the aim of art to give it some."~ Jean Anouilh, French playwright(as quoted in the Globe &amp; Mail)</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3428771/posts/default/106753586080645214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3428771/posts/default/106753586080645214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puneet.kapur.org/quotes/index.html#106753586080645214' title=''/><author><name>Puneet </name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11363037626264377612</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='07218942295806058290'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3428771.post-106485608916527278</id><published>2003-09-29T11:21:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-09T17:35:18.053-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Not where the wheeling systems darken,And our benumbed conceiving soars:The drift of pinions, would we harken,  Beats at our own clay-shuttered doors.The angels keep their ancient places--Turn but a stone, and start a wing!'Tis ye, 'tis your estrangèd facesThat miss the many-splendoured thing.~Francis Thompson -  'In No Strange Land'</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3428771/posts/default/106485608916527278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3428771/posts/default/106485608916527278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puneet.kapur.org/quotes/index.html#106485608916527278' title=''/><author><name>Puneet </name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11363037626264377612</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='07218942295806058290'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3428771.post-106322816548952483</id><published>2003-09-10T15:09:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-09T17:35:18.055-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"The Bird of Time bas but a little wayTo flutter--and the Bird is on the Wing."~Omar Khayyam (1048-1131) in The Rubaiyat</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3428771/posts/default/106322816548952483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3428771/posts/default/106322816548952483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puneet.kapur.org/quotes/index.html#106322816548952483' title=''/><author><name>Puneet </name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11363037626264377612</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='07218942295806058290'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3428771.post-95555279</id><published>2003-06-11T10:53:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-09T17:35:18.058-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"Necessity is the plea for every infringement of human freedom: it is the argument of tyrants; it is the creed of slaves." ~William Pitt</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3428771/posts/default/95555279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3428771/posts/default/95555279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puneet.kapur.org/quotes/index.html#95555279' title=''/><author><name>Puneet </name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11363037626264377612</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='07218942295806058290'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3428771.post-94806006</id><published>2003-05-23T16:55:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-09T17:35:18.060-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"There is a loftier ambition than merely to stand high in the world. It is to stoop down and lift mankind a little higher.""For love is but the heart's immortal thirst to be completely known and all forgiven"~Henry Van Dyke
</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3428771/posts/default/94806006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3428771/posts/default/94806006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puneet.kapur.org/quotes/index.html#94806006' title=''/><author><name>Puneet </name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11363037626264377612</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='07218942295806058290'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3428771.post-92440520</id><published>2003-04-11T11:49:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-09T17:35:18.063-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"There is wisdom in turning as often as possible from the familiar to the unfamiliar; it keeps the mind nimble; it kills prejudice, and it fosters humor."~George Santayana</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3428771/posts/default/92440520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3428771/posts/default/92440520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puneet.kapur.org/quotes/index.html#92440520' title=''/><author><name>Puneet </name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11363037626264377612</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='07218942295806058290'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3428771.post-92435435</id><published>2003-04-11T10:17:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-09T17:35:18.065-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>If you want to know your past life,look into your present condition;if you want to know your futurelook into your present action.~ Padmisambha</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3428771/posts/default/92435435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3428771/posts/default/92435435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puneet.kapur.org/quotes/index.html#92435435' title=''/><author><name>Puneet </name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11363037626264377612</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='07218942295806058290'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3428771.post-90601742</id><published>2003-03-12T12:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-02-09T17:35:18.068-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Near the foot of the mountain we visited a yogi who dwelled in a hollow tunneled beneath a boulder. He pondered our notion of climbing Shivling and said: "First travel, then struggle, finally calm."~ Greg Child</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3428771/posts/default/90601742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3428771/posts/default/90601742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puneet.kapur.org/quotes/index.html#90601742' title=''/><author><name>Puneet </name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11363037626264377612</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='07218942295806058290'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3428771.post-86178478</id><published>2002-12-17T12:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-02-09T17:35:18.070-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"Every child comes with the message that God is not yet discouraged of man. "~ Rabindranath Tagore </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3428771/posts/default/86178478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3428771/posts/default/86178478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puneet.kapur.org/quotes/index.html#86178478' title=''/><author><name>Puneet </name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11363037626264377612</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='07218942295806058290'/></author></entry></feed>
