Who hath not own'd, with rapture-smitten frame, The power of grace, the magic of a name.

To live in hearts we leave behind is not to die.

The patriot's blood is the seed of Freedom's tree.

The proud, the cold untroubled heart of stone, that never mused on sorrow but its own.

the soul of conversation is sympathy

For Beauty's tears are lovelier than her smile.

Tis distance lends enchantment to the view, and robes the mountain in its azure hue.

Although no words can really help to ease the loss you bear, Just know that you are very close in every thought and prayer. To live in hearts we leave behind is not to die.

To live in the hearts of others is not to die

Your belief systems limit your reality to a sub-set of the solution space that does not contain the answer.

The smaller your reality, the more convinced you are that you know everything.

Every life has one true love snapshot.

Don't judge people by their physical appearances if you truly want to get to know them. Just watch their frequent footsteps and you would surely know their true personalities.

The greatest accomplishment is not in never falling, but in rising again after you fall.

When we concentrate on photography, we make it possible to see the walls of photographs in black homes as a critical intervention, a disruption of white control over black images.

What the proletariat needs is a bath of blood.

I'm always driven by something. It doesn't matter what it is, it could be the smallest task or something huge.

Ah, but you see, I didn't want to be fair.

My parents know that I have always been sort of a dark melodramatic kid, so they were never concerned.

When there is tension, arguments and money problems, it's tough to do your work. Some people thrive on that. I don't.

He may have gone to bed three hours ago, but he knows who he is playing. You can rest assured that he hasn't slept a wink.