If there is a knower of tongues here, fetch him; There's a stranger in the city And he has many things to say.

I asked my soul: What is Delhi? She replied: The world is the body and Delhi its life!

Lest we forget: It is easy to be human, very hard to be humane

Love knows no difference between life and death The one who gives you a reason to live is also the one who takes your breath away

Love cannot be seeded into someone. It is a fire that is difficult to kindle but once it takes on, it is equally difficult to extinguish.

For the raindrop, joy is in entering the river.

When nothing was, then God was there, Had nothing been God would have been; My being has defeated me, Had I not been, what would have been.

The object of my worship lies beyond perceptions reach. For those who see, the Ka'ba is a compass, nothing more.

The world is no more than the Beloved's face. And the desire of the One to know its own beauty, we exist.

The drop grows happy by losing itself in the river.

For how tiny the world, This ant's egg-and the sky!

What really arouses indignation against suffering is not suffering as such but the senselessness of suffering...

I think more women should be involved in politics for the good of the human race.

The lesson I learned in Cairo still applies. The only way to deal with bureaucrats is with stealth and sudden violence.

I knew Childress was going to help me because my crew told me on the radio. I really appreciate what Richard did, but that is typical of people in this sport.

Gideon Lightwood said he was at the Institute in Madrid. What on earth was he doing there?' 'Faffing about, most likely', said Will.

I have no warm up exercises, other than to take an occasional drink.

Music is a good thing; and after all that soul-butter and hogwash, I never see it freshen up things so, and sound so honest and bully.

Our own country seemed more polarized than it's ever been and since the two terrorist attacks of 9/11, religion was in greater disrepute than at any other time in my lifetime.

We went on stage with the Jefferson Airplane, Jim started singing with Grace Slick and hugging her. Then he danced off the stage, went back into the dressing room and passed out cold.

If you steal from one author it's plagiarism; if you steal from many it's research.