Someone has done something for us. Something that we can never forget. Something that we can't do again even for our own selves.

Around our enthusiasm, are the ways to surround our destinies.

We are humans, they say we are mortals. Though we do live once but can last forever.

A small dream leads to a big idea and endless opportunity.....!

There is nothing such as Happiness, its just a state of mind that lasts for a fraction of seconds....!

The light needs only our trustAnd, of course, the darknessTo work its eternal alchemy.

On the Writing Process:"When in doubt, take it out.,

Our habitual experience is a complex of failure and success in the enterprise of interpretation. If we desire a record of uninterpreted experience, we must ask a stone to record its autobiography.

Everything is perfect and nothing is permanent.

Everybody in Argentina can remember the hand of God in the England match in the 1986 World Cup. Now, in my country, the hand of God has brought us an Argentinian pope.

Eros has degenerated; he began by introducing order and harmony, and now he brings back chaos.

The pen is the tongue of the hand; a silent utterer of words for the eye.

For me, speaking is work. It's not like when you breathe.

To love blindly is to love selfishly, because the goal of such love is not the real advantage of the beloved but only the exercise of love in our own souls.