The poetry is the Earth, charming; The river, flowing from lofty mountains; Nature, a young woman and a heavenly plant with blossoming flowers, slinking in the garden of the mind.

The wheel of Time wrote the first half of the poetry of mass destruction on the black board of the ashes of a funeral ground by dint of a pair of pens of nuclear bombs.

O! Lover, Enjoyment on the soft body of a lotus is always risky and inconsistent because its route is always surrounded by thorns.

The slippers of the mortal Earth, now touched the chest of the Moon. Oh, it is shameful that the misery of hunger is still continuing as it was in the past.

Our Lord has written the promise of resurrection not in books alone but in every leaf in springtime.

We should know who they are, " I said, "before we kill them. That's just being polite.

Success is a process, a quality of mind and way of being, an outgoing affirmation of life.

I'm having trouble managing the mansion. What I need is a wife.

All other things to their destruction draw, Only our love hath no decay.

I just can't help but see things differently.

Your money is like your willy, it only grows if you play with it

That which in England we call the middle class is in America virtually the nation.

I have a lot of appetites and try to revel in almost everything, so inspiration can even come from a well-appointed submarine sandwich, you know?

I have nothing to complain about.