And the drops of rain. They are delicate, at first, their splashes graceful against pavement. Soon, though, the soft patter grows into a furious storm.

I am not powerless.

the path is lost, and I’ve become part of the wreckage − another meaningless casualty.

The subject, timing and light makes a photograph, great. Greater, is the photographer when he senses these are right.

Song forbids victorious deeds to die.

Men and women are but children of a larger growth.

The narration, in fact, doubles the drama with a commentary without which no mise en scene would be possible.

I truly believe that generosity begets generosity. You give before you receive.

Other people are joyous, like on the feast of the ox, like on the way up to the terrace in the spring. I alone am inert, giving no sign, like a newborn baby who has not learned to smile.

Write good content about stuff that you love. Readers will find you.

Fear begins to melt away when you begin to take action on a goal you really want.

Love without laughter can be grim and oppressive. Laughter without love can be derisive and venomous. Together they make for greatness of spirit.

I'm a little bit in shock, to tell you the truth.