The breeze and the dew make tranquil the clear dawn; Behind the curtain there is one who alone is up betimes. The orioles sing and the flowers smile - Whose then, after all, is the Spring?

Feeling indisposed towards the evening, I drove up the ancient plains. The setting sun is unspeakably beautiful, Only it is approaching nightfall.

One inch of love is an inch of ashes.

Heart’s fragrance is spent with the ending of springAnd nothing left but a tear-stained robe.

I mean, I really, really love playing solo. Definitely, it's like a labor of love, it's not a huge career. It's not that successful, but it's something I love so much that I'll do it regardless.

You don't need spirituality to discover the troubles that come your way. But, it's good to know that troubles are not unique to you alone.

People begin to write in order to create what they have not found and, a little bit, to give something back.

Faith is a living, daring, confidence in God's grace.

I have a secret stash of Nutella that I pull out when necessary. That chocolate-hazelnut combo is my wife's kryptonite.

My dad worked several jobs to pay for my expense in skating.

Business can't trump happiness.

Sports are a metaphor for life.

One half of me is yours, the other half is yours, Mine own, I would say; but if mine, then yours, And so all yours.