The picture has no religion, no caste, no name, And the best part about it is that the picture stays the same.

There lived a poet in the lands of gold, Wrote along poems unaffected by warmth or cold, His words spoke truth and pen's stroke was bold, His only motive: lives to mould

You jealous souls are primeval without a doubt, Teach yourself to eat better instead of trying to eat one's heart out.

Salvation Creek flows till date, endless tears of motherly love and manly regret.

Time does not wait for you, you wait for the time

I am proud of my heritage and my family.

The only way to tell my Dad something is to write it on a note, and tie it to a brick, and throw it through a window. Of course, now Dad's armed with a brick.

Newsman are the ones who - without them we don't have a civil rights movement, we don't have a women's movement, we don't have a Vietnam movement.

No number of sightings of white swans can prove the theory that all swans are white. The sighting of just one black one may disprove it.

Is it possible to be too attractive?

Artists and their subjects are the star-crossed lovers of the world. They recognize each other on impact.

Philosophy is good advice, and no one gives good advice at the top of his lungs.

Don't be afraid to have nothing.

Nothing is real if you don't believe in who you are!