Our yesterdays Are like a lonely and a ruined land Wherein a breeze of recollection sighs-- A fading land to which is no return.

All governments, Books, customs, buildings, railways, ships, and all the stark realities that men have made, Are but imagination's utterances.

Behold the grapes and all the fruits that Autumn gives today, As robed in red and gold, she rules, the Empress of Decay!

The end we know not; but we wander on, Down the regretful wilderness of time.

Love is the key-note of the universe-- The theme, the melody.

Life is the wave's deep whisper on the shore Of a great sea beyond.

The noblest works of human art and pride show that their makers were not satisfied.

The greatest tragedy to ever happen to a nation is not the incidences of war or terrorism. It's when more bookshops close down and more drinking bars are opened to replace them!

We can only be enlightened to the meaning of wise words only and only if life have put and made us requiring them.

Love is not blind.Love sees everything and says yes to it all.

Nonsense, seems to sum up everything.

I think certain movies work and that is part of the magic of it all. We can't truly define why something succeeds.

When I was studying at Chicago and at Stanford University, where many many cases of two people observing the same event have a different take on what happened.

Like every working mother, there's guilt involved in deciding how you're going to balance family and work.

Making conclusions about life is a sure way to deny yourself the possibility of a human being transforming himself into the Divine.

You are afraid of the people unrestrained-how ridiculous!

Sometimes if you have a difficult decisin to make, just stall until the answer presents itself.