You're doing it again. Using reason to argue faith. Can't be done. Like playing croquet with a crochet hook. Sounds something like the right tool for the job, but isn't.

In the end, having no compass for his desires, he yielded to his nature.

The goodness of the world grew like moss in cracks, she thought. It grew, somehow, with hidden roots, nourished by something unseen.

Evil flourishes because the good aren't good enough, " see murmured. "And sometimes the good just have bad days.

I’d never seen anything like it. First a trial, then a few murders, then dancing. Life goes on. Or, in this case, death continues.

They say the sky is the same everywhere. Travellers, the shipwrecked, exiles, and the dying draw comfort from the thought[.]

Be the best person you can be for yourself and for everyone around you.

Writers turn dreams into print.

Behind every successful man is a surprised woman!

Whether animals admit it or not, they and I communicate.

After a bad opening, there is hope for the middle game. After a bad middle game, there is hope for the endgame. But once you are in the endgame, the moment of truth has arrived

Why should I just limit myself to the Urdu language? Why not sing in different languages?

Don't ever ask a player to do something he doesn't have the ability to do. He'll just question your ability as a coach, not his as an athlete.

My problems are as light as a feather because god carries them for me