I am a mask, concealing the real.

Truth, she thought. As terrible as death. But harder to find.

A weird time in which we are alive. We can travel anywhere we want, even to other planets. And for what? To sit day after day, declining in morale and hope.

We are all insects. Groping towards something terrible or divine.

I should not yield to it, he told himself once again as he walked along carrying the briefcase. Compulsion-obsession-phobia. But he could not free himself. It in my grip, I in its, he thought.

Sacred soul with sparkle of divinity finds undefeatable strength.

We can no more do without spirituality than we can do without food, shelter, or clothing.

As to my Title, I know not yet whether it will be honourable or dishonourable, the issue of the War must Settle it. Perhaps our Congress will be Exalted on a high Gallows.

Some day the laws of glamour must be discovered, because they are so important that the world would be wiser now if Sir Isaac Newton had been hit on the head, not by an apple, but by a young lady.

I had to discover very quickly that class origins cannot be erased, regardless of whether we climb up or down the sociocultural ladder.

As the social self can only be developed by contact with society, so the spiritual self can only be developed by contact with the spiritual world.

Editing is the same as quarreling with writers — same thing exactly.

One single glance will conquer all descriptions.

There is a wide knowledge gap between us and the developed world in the West and in Asia. Our only choice is to bridge this gap as quickly as possible, because our age is defined by knowledge.

As a journalist, one tends to think there's nothing off limits