Titles are marks of honest men, and wise; The fool or knave that wears a title lies.

How blessings brighten as they take their flight.

Too low they build who build below the skies.

A soul without reflection, like a pile Without inhabitant, to ruin runs.

Narcissus is the glory of his race: For who does nothing with a better grace?.

How poor, how rich, how abject, how august, How complicate, how wonderful, is man!... Midway from nothing to the Deity!

Early, bright, transient, chaste as morning dew, She sparkled, was exhaled, and went to heaven.

The clouds may drop down titles and estates, and wealth may seek us, but wisdom must be sought.

Where boasting ends, there dignity begins.

Who lives to Nature, rarely can be poor ; who lives to fancy, never can be rich.

Leisure is pain; take off our chariot wheels; how heavily we drag the load of life!

The one, whose worldly entanglements have gone, is called the ‘Absolute Person’ (Sampoorna Purush).

Traveling, she realized, was like a slow dismemberment of the body. It plucked the heart out of her and split it into pieces, leaving a bit behind wherever she went, never to be whole again.

I need instant gratification.

Continuing to do stand-up is always a challenge because the audiences and the environments in which you work very often differ.

The mother- poor invaded soul- finds even the bathroom door no bar to hammering little hands.

There are different types of readers. People draw lines at which three things intersect: the character, the author, and the reader.

I may be nervous," I say. "Okay, I'm really glad you said that, because I just went to the back room to put on more deodorant." Sebastian says.

I am a professed atheist, until I find myself in serious circumstances. Then I quickly fall on my knees, in my mind if not literally, and I say : 'Please God, save me from this.'

A litle wind kindles; much puts out the fire.

We are an unfinished nation.