When we sing with love, everything around us listens with joy.

Don't appreciate me, I'm not up to it. Don't criticize me, I don't deserve it. Just be my friend and forgive me, because I am craving for it.

Always be friendly, always be kind, Like the most beautiful flower that you can find.

If you think life is magical or life is hard, either way you are right. Your thoughts are the source of reality.

Writing blooms flowers for mind, which last forever.

No dirt can touch me, like an ocean, everything that comes to me becomes clean.

I drink cup of sunlight every morning to brighten myself.

You are happy when you are enthusiastic and action-oriented, not when you are luxury and pleasure oriented.

A friend is a friend who continues to love you and like you when you don't love him or like him any more.

Live like a tree, giving, forgiving and free.

The moon is the reflection of your heart and moonlight is the twinkle of your love.

God is always more interested in why we do something than in what we do. Attitudes count more than achievements.

Today he told Erec “Fun is for having. It is the one thing that is forever.” Erec agreed.

The strength of the nation ultimately depends upon the strength of family and community.

We're all born, and if you're going to live to be elderly, you'll have gone through a life journey different than anyone else's. It's unique to you, but you'll have some common themes.

I won't change anything in my life I'm staying myself tonight

Nothing is worth more than laughter. It is strength to laugh and to abandon oneself, to be light. Tragedy is the most ridiculous thing.

He [Donald Trump] is been bold. He's been bold on building a wall.

I get accused all the time of having a big mouth. But if you ask me, guys gossip way more than girls do.

Those who have suffered much are like those who know many languages; they have learned to understand and be understood by all.

God, is this all it is, the ricocheting down the corridor of laughter and tears? Of self-worship and self-loathing? Of glory and disgust?