I love you as river loves the ocean.

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.

Technically, you don't pay me.And technically, most of what I do is "think."I...rrr. ummm.And when you get right down to it, I'm better at it than you are.-Ennesby & Captain Tagon

May the God of your choice bless and keep you. I respect Him as long as He does not circumcise me anymore.

Democrats don't resent the rich on behalf of the poor. They resent the rich on behalf of the government.

I just would like to keep going. If I kept getting the kind of work that I've been getting for the last 20 years for the next 20, I'd be a bloody Dame of the British Empire. I'd be so happy.

Everyone knows I'm just a big, good-natured slob.

I think that anything that has privileges have responsibility and all people that is clear about their responsibility has compromise.

If you're hiring, if you're the person doing the hiring, forgive a scar or two. Remember that when we were young, we were also idiots. There were just no cameras there to catch it.

Some of the men and women who will not say in so many words the thing which is not, will deliberately give a false impression. They are not the servants of truth; they are the parasites of truth.

Music loud, I can't help but wiggle a bit and I think that movement finds its way into the paintings... I can see it in the strokes.

The hour that burst the spirit's sleep.