It is my opinion that a man's soul may be buried and perish under a dung-heap, or in a furrow field, just as well as under a pile of money.

Time flies over us, but leaves its shadow behind.

Happiness is a butterfly, which when pursued, is always just beyond your grasp, but which, if you will sit down quietly, may alight upon you.

Happiness is not found in things you possess, but in what you have the courage to release.

No man for any considerable period can wear one face to himself and another to the multitude, without finally getting bewildered as to which may be the true.

Words - so innocent and powerless as they are, as standing in a dictionary, how potent for good and evil they become in the hands of one who knows how to combine them.

The thing you set your mind on is the thing you ultimately become.

Our most intimate friend is not he to whom we show the worst, but the best of our nature.

Moonlight is sculpture.

We must not always talk in the market-place of what happens to us in the forest.

In the depths of every heart there is a tomb and a dungeon, though the lights, the music, and the revelry above may cause us to forget their existence.

A man with a victim mentality feels like being a victim who is complaining and crying all the time

Inauspicious intents (ashubh bhaav) binds demerit karma (paap), auspicious intents (shubh bhaav) binds merit karma (punya) and pure intents (shuddh bhaav) results in liberation (moksha).

I wish if I could fulfill the expectations of others. Life is unpredictable and there is no more humanity

It bothers me a lot that you want to broadcast that you're associating with black people.

Alas, Postumus, the fleeting years slip by, nor will piety give any stay to wrinkles and pressing old age and untamable death.

You can tell you ate too much for Thanksgiving when you have to let your bathrobe out.

It is like when you go to war: we have to know how our enemies attack and defend.

Wherever I find love I will accept it.

I was impossible. I don't know how anyone could have lived with me. For the first time in my life, I was on the scrap heap, an unemployed worker.

No one has something original or important to say will willing we run the risk of being misunderstood; people who write obscurely are either unskilled in writing or up to mischief