Snake and Ladder game appears to me, in a sense, an oversimplification of life. Life is much more complex than either climbing heights or being python swallowed. For many, living has been a long summer of grazing in a deficient pasture or a cruel winter of gazing at the stars, without ever a lift or even a slide.
(Prasanna Mishra, born in 1942, lives in Bhubaneswar (India) . A former civil servant, he is a columnist and a social activist. Does not like to call a spade by any other name.)
On a late-winter evening in 1983, while driving through fog along the Maine coast, recollections of old campfires began to drift into the March mist, and I thought of the Abnaki Indians of the Algonquin tribe who dwelt near Bangor a thousand years ago.
(Norman Mailer (b. 1923), U.S. author. Harry Hubbard, in Harlot's Ghost, Omega 1, Random House (1991).
Hath not a Jew eyes? Hath not a Jew hands, organs, dimensions, senses, affections, passions; fed with the same food, hurt with the same weapons, subject to the same diseases, healed by the same means, warmed and cooled by the same winter and summer, as a Christian is?
(William Shakespeare (1564-1616), British dramatist, poet. Shylock, in The Merchant of Venice, act 3, sc. 1, l. 59-64.
His famous defence of the shared humanity of Jews.)