Simple is complicated.

Money is an inanimate object. It can do good works or bad works depending on the hands that wield it, and the hearts governing those hands.

Young people sometimes use their innocence as an excuse to be unwise.

And there's the beauty of space. A billion paths to choose.

A few question marks are being asked in the Honduran defence

For some strange reason, no matter where I go, the place is always called "here".

The home is a tryst-the place where we retire and shut the world out.

I felt that everything is beautiful, but that which man tries intentionally to make beautiful; that the work of an ordinary bricklayer is more valid than the artwork of all but a very few artists.

I think it has a terrible impact when you don't see yourself reflected in the society because then you get the feeling you don't belong.

What a strange distance there is between ill people and well ones.