For India the dedication of my life is similar to the salvation.

The walls of the school can't stop the education.

Children and rain, both are intimate friends.

For friendship I have nobody else except the volcano.

I want to get away from people, I want to kill myself.

I'm not running behind my puberty, I'm running behind my dreams.

Join my dreams, I will bring you a trip to paradise.

My soul also feel proud from my work.

Humanity isn't just a work, but it's a divine nature which makes you God.

See them so it seems that humanity is dead.

I myself not dwells, the only people are dwells in underlying aim of my each work.

How Horrid" has a slightly facetious tone that strikes me as Wildean. It appears to embrace the actual horror--puberty, public disgrace--then at the last second nimbly sidesteps it, laughing.

Such things happen.

Strange that the vanity which accompanies beauty - excusable, perhaps, when there is such great beauty, or at any rate understandable - should persist after the beauty is gone.

History is replete with examples of empires mounting impressive military campaigns on the cusp of their impending economic collapse.

People resist exploitation. They resist as actively as they can, as passively as they must.

If the Pilgrims had landed in Santa Monica Bay rather than Boston, we'd have six states out here!

What is left over if I subtract the fact that my arms goes up from the fact that I raise my arm?

If you're not bruised up, then you're not doing an action film in a real way.

Remember, the worst hour of your life only lasts for sixty minutes. (292)

It's a matter of how the bullpen looks as to whether Bell goes in there or Crow goes in there. Bell won't be ready for a start for another 10 days.