Even Kings and emperors with heaps of wealth and vast dominion cannot compare with an ant filled with the love of God.

I was born into a very important family in Japan. My grandfather was a descendant of the Emperor, and we were very wealthy.

Comparison to others is the emperor of all emotional maladies. It kills the spirit and creates divisions in our social interactions.

The only emperor is the emperor of ice cream.

The wise man knows that it is better to sit on the banks of a remote mountain stream than to be emperor of the whole world.

Yesterday we obeyed kings and bent our necks before emperors. But today we kneel only to truth, follow only beauty, and obey only love.

The best known of the Cynics was Diogenes, a pupil of Antisthenes, who reputedly lived in a barrel and owned nothing but a cloak, a stick, and a bread bag. (So it wasn't easy to steal his happiness from him!) One day while he was sitting beside his barrel enjoying the sun, he was visited by Alexander the Great. The emperor stood before him and asked if there was anything he could do for him. Was there anything he desired? ?Yes? Diogenes replied. ?Stand to one side. You're blocking the sun.?

He did not wish to be divine. If there had never been a God, the emperor thought, it might have been easier to work out what goodness was. This business of worship, of the abnegation of self in the face of the Almighty, was a distraction, a false trail. Wherever goodness lay, it did not lie in ritual, unthinking obeisance before a deity but rather, perhaps, in the slow, clumsy, error-strewn working out of an individual or collective path.

"I have never heard a lady say 'arse,'" the emperor said mildly.

You come of the Lord Adam and the Lady Eve," said Aslan. "And that is both honour enough to erect the head of the poorest beggar, and shame enough to bow the shoulders of the greatest emperor on earth. Be content.

Buonaparte has often made his boast that our fleet would be worn out by keeping the sea and that his was kept in order and increasing by staying in port but know he finds I fancy if Emperors hear the truth that his fleet suffers more in a night than ours in one year.

No emperor has the power to dictate to the heart.

I drink a bucket of white tea in the morning. I read about this tea of the Emperor of China which is supposedly the tea of eternal youth. It's called Silver Needle. It's unbelievably expensive but I get it on the Web.

One positive command he gave us: You shall love and honor your emperor. In every congregation a prayer must be said for the czar's health or the chief of police would close the synagogue.

Even Kings and emperors with heaps of wealth and vast dominion cannot compare with an ant filled with the love of God.

Yesterday we obeyed kings and bent our necks before emperors. But today we kneel only to truth follow only beauty and obey only love.