Where all lines and rays convergeWhere no one can travel furtherOne finds the abode of the soulAnd here, all routes one can augur

Not all things that fall down break. Some develop wings.

When has life listened to anyone?It goes on at its own pace...Limping, when we wish it should run, And when calm desired, sprinting as in a race…

Close your eyes for a whileThe image that conjures is your soulmate Don’t pause, rush and say what you feelAfter all time and tide for none wait…

Discarded lay all the dreamsIn the bin of unwanted thingsTill you came and set them freeAnd, to soar, gave them wings…

Hold my hands O Lord!Teach me to walk once againMy mind is covered with clouds darkAnd my soul wriggles in pain!

Blessed are they who can carryA smile on their faceThey are ones who have foundInner peace in life’s mace

The songs of separation Are not always full of painOften they talk of the fondnessThat flows in the lovers’ veins…

What looks as a dead and dark end can become a glowing and shimmering start only if one has the patience to keep trying with positivity in the mind...

Even ripples have a rhythmTo feel it, listen to their soundTap your feet as they directAnd joy shall abound…

Before the tears of the eyes dry outLet them sprinkle words on the paper Life is short and the man shall dieBut the words shall live on forever...

Never forget the nine most important words of any family-I love you.You are beautiful.Please forgive me.

Even peace may be purchased at too high a price.

A wise traveler never despises his own country.

I like to listen to music that fits with what I'm writing. For each book, I've assembled a playlist, so readers can get a sense of what I was listening to while I was writing.

Science sans conscience n' est que le ruine de l'âme. Knowledge without conscience is but the ruine of the soule.

That's important when you are running an organization so that the people who work with you know what you believe in and know those beliefs won't change.

The spirit should never grow old.

Everybody was strange. In a fit of frustration, she scratched out strange and wrote the word CRACKPOTS in big letters.

Make every decision as if you owned the company.

You may be sure that when a man begins to call himself a realist he is preparing to do something that he is secretly ashamed of doing.