Always act like you are the king of your own world that you created on the day of your birth. Enjoy your kingdom.

Don't appreciate me, I'm not up to it. Don't criticize me, I don't deserve it. Just be my friend and forgive me, because I am craving for it.

Always be friendly, always be kind, Like the most beautiful flower that you can find.

If you think life is magical or life is hard, either way you are right. Your thoughts are the source of reality.

Writing blooms flowers for mind, which last forever.

No dirt can touch me, like an ocean, everything that comes to me becomes clean.

I drink cup of sunlight every morning to brighten myself.

You are happy when you are enthusiastic and action-oriented, not when you are luxury and pleasure oriented.

A friend is a friend who continues to love you and like you when you don't love him or like him any more.

Live like a tree, giving, forgiving and free.

The moon is the reflection of your heart and moonlight is the twinkle of your love.

For many men, the acquisition of wealth does not end their troubles, it only changes them

Is life so wretched? Isn't it rather your hands which are too small your vision which is muddied? You are the one who must grow up.

What is it that renders death terrible? Sin. We must therefore fear sin, not death.

I love developing children as characters. Children rarely have important roles in literary fiction - they are usually defined as cute or precious, or they create a plot by being kidnapped or dying.

Excesses are essentially gestures. It is easy to be extremely cruel, magnanimous, humble or self-sacrificing when we see ourselves as actors in a performance.

Directing is much more satisfying to me than acting.

They said Bird played bebop, but Bird could still swing. I've heard a lot of guys play bebop, but they wasn't swinging.

People tend to think they know you when u come into their tv's every week. They think you are different than who you are. Don't believe everything u here.

Verse is not written, it is bled; Out of the poet's abstract head. Words drip the poem on the page; Out of his grief, delight and rage.

All women are rebels.