A flower teaches us how to love.

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.

My Heart's still beating for you—Very Dark and Always.

There is a differenece between a bad boy and a boy that's bad for you.

Laws are silent in time of war.

We may be confident in this: that in the pain of our suffering is the presence of a faithful God.

The theoretical casting part of movies is the funnest part. You really can imagine so many different versions of a story, based on who's embodying it.

It’s really hard to hate someone for being different when you’re too busy laughing together.

The least stupid question a man asks in his lifetime is not: Is there a God and is He a god or a devil? But: Brother, why are you killing me?

There is no necessity for a technique or formula for meditation. Inner feeling, or inner knowing, is the silent voice of inspiration.

Unless you learn to play a duet in the same key, to the same rhythm, a slow process of disengagement will wedge you apart, first secretly, psychologically, and then openly and miserably.

Through tattered clothes great vices do appear; Robes and furred gowns hide all. Plate sin with gold and the strong lance of justice hurtless breaks. Arm it in rags, a pigmy's straw does pierce it.