The public Yao was the private Yao: To his core, there was an unmistakable peace to him.
Verily He answereth him who prayeth unto Him, and is near unto him who calleth on Him.
Everybody has a little bit of Watergate in him.
Every man has a wild beast within him.
We're overpaying him, but he's worth it.
How could my brain let my heart think so stupidly?
