I NEVER SAY I LACK TIME, I KNOW MY PRIORITY PRIME, I BELIEVE KILLING TIME IS CRIME, I WORK EVEN THEY DO CHIME, I HAVE PEOPLE WHO READ MY MIME

EVERYONE NEED EDUCATION, ITS THE NEED OF A NATION, IN IT IS FUTURE'S FOUNDATION, IT LEADS TO HEARTS ASPIRATION, AND TOMORROWS INSPIRATION.

WHERE YOUR DREAMS WANDER, THERE U MAKE SEVERAL BLUNDER, EVEN IT HURT MISTAKES THUNDER, IT WILL CARVE U STRONGER, ONE DAY THE WORLD WONDER.

MY EFFORTS FAIL I DON'T CRY, EVEN I CAN'T CATCH DREAMS SKY, I DIDN'T GIVE UP N ALWAYS TRY, MY MIND QUESTION ME WHY?MY HEART REMIND TO FLY.

I FELT HAPPINESS LIKE A BLIND, TILL I HAD A SATISFIED MIND.SORROW FOR WHAT I LOST, IS LIKE DREAMS THAT COST.

I AM NOT QUICK, NOT STRONG AS A BRICK, ME NEVER HAPPINESS PICK, IN MY DECISION I STICK, PEOPLE TRY TO TRICK, BUT MY HEART IS THICK.

WHEN I WAS LOST IN DARKNESS, I FELT MYSELF LIKE ARMLESS, MY HEART BECOME HOPELESS, ALL I HAD WAS MY WEAKNESS, TILL I FIND MORNING BRIGHTNESS

BE PRACTICAL BY WORDS NOT BY HEART BECAUSE HUMANITY LIES IN IMPRACTICAL HEARTS

GOD PUNISHES NOT FOR WORLD TO LAUGH, I AM NOT A EMOTIONLESS PAPER OF GRAPH, EVEN I AM NOT THE WORLD'S STAFF, DON'T ANGRY THINKING ME A CALF.

I THINK MYSELF TO BE SMART, I WOULD WIN EVEN THE DART, SUCCESS IS IN MY CART, TILL I KNOW REALITY PART, I DON'T KNOW EVEN TO START.

ITS DIFFICULT TO BELIEVE, WHEN U ARE IN GRIEVE, WHEN U THINK TO LEAVE, IN FUTURE U WILL ACHIEVE, TOMORROW WILL BE AN EVE.

Words like eyeglasses blur everything that they do not make clear.

About the time you might start to think that science fiction - the real stuff, not the species of fantasy that goes under the name - is really dead, along comes a story by Cory Doctorow.

You got to pick one - pay your medical bills or pay the mortgage. Most people can't do both, and I'm no different.

The earth was created by the assistance of the sun, and it should be left as it was. The country was made without lines of demarcation, and it is no man's business to divide it.

I find that most people know what a story is until they sit down to write one.

Peace does not dwell in outward things, but within the soul.

In terms of the spaceship Earth, the wrong crew is in command, and it’s time for a mutiny.

Trust is the glue that holds everything together.

Sometimes when I am writing, I am aware of a rhythm, a dance, a fury, which is as yet empty of words.

Inconsistency is the jewel of the American people.