Were it not Folly, Spider-like to spinThe Thread of present Life away to win-What? for ourselves, who know not if we shallBreathe out the very Breath we now breathe in!

O friend, for the morrow let us not worryThis moment we have now, let us not hurryWhen our time comes, we shall not tarryWith seven thousand-year-olds, our burden carry

Oh threats of Hell and Hopes of Par

Now the New Year reviving old Desires, The thoughtful Soul to Solitude retires.

The Wine of Life keeps oozing drop by drop, The Leaves of Life keep falling one by one.

Karma and Hell are the cowards revenge

Counsel woven into the fabric of real life is wisdom.

There's nobody to believe in anymore, nobody to trust.

I can run sub-10 any time but I'm just not ready.

You know what GED stands for? Good Enough Diploma.

I'm not meant to run around trees. I can't throw my arms in the air and sing, I find that boring and irritating. Sweet romcoms are not my cup of tea. The film has to be a little twisted and quirky.

My father's saying, The harder you work, the luckier you get.

America is a model of force and freedom and moderation - with all the coarseness and rudeness of its people.

People are icebergs. So much of us is underneath.