I may not know who you are, where you are, or where you will be after I have gone, but I still love you. I came to this world to serve all of you.

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.

Ultimately, you are defined by your kindness, compassion, passion, and choice.

Let’s stand against the killing of innocent civilians. It is time to make the future better than today. Together we can bring peace and unity to our communities.

You fondle my trigger, then you blame my gun

Because the bag is full of colours - starbursts and wheels and whorls of dazzling brightness that are as fine and complex in their structures as the branch is, only much more symmetrical. Flowers.

Painting is self-discovery. You arrive at the image through the act of painting.

Friendship is born at that moment when one man says to another: "What! You too? I thought that no one but myself . . ."

You would not believe how much time people waste in a day. And how little time they put into things they genuinely love.

The aim of the poet, or other artist, is first to make something; and it's impossible to make something out of words and not communicate

The infant mortality rates are insanely high. The obesity epidemic is on the rise. It is all related.

If Beethoven were sent to nursery school today, they would medicate him, and he would be a postal clerk.