The colour of the sea and the skyAre both blue and yet distinctOne depends on the other And, the other is by love inked…

Not all things that fall down break. Some develop wings.

When has life listened to anyone?It goes on at its own pace...Limping, when we wish it should run, And when calm desired, sprinting as in a race…

Close your eyes for a whileThe image that conjures is your soulmate Don’t pause, rush and say what you feelAfter all time and tide for none wait…

Discarded lay all the dreamsIn the bin of unwanted thingsTill you came and set them freeAnd, to soar, gave them wings…

Hold my hands O Lord!Teach me to walk once againMy mind is covered with clouds darkAnd my soul wriggles in pain!

Where all lines and rays convergeWhere no one can travel furtherOne finds the abode of the soulAnd here, all routes one can augur

Blessed are they who can carryA smile on their faceThey are ones who have foundInner peace in life’s mace

The songs of separation Are not always full of painOften they talk of the fondnessThat flows in the lovers’ veins…

What looks as a dead and dark end can become a glowing and shimmering start only if one has the patience to keep trying with positivity in the mind...

Even ripples have a rhythmTo feel it, listen to their soundTap your feet as they directAnd joy shall abound…

He is no fool who gives what he cannot keep to gain that which he cannot lose.

A thought experiment courtesy of the Stoics. If you are tired of everything you possess, imagine that you have lost all these things.

Be diplomatic and let them know how it would be a pleasure to assist them in any way you can

Only the man who disciplines himself strictly can stand for long the terrific pace of modern war.

In three minutes, 98 percent of all the matter there is or will ever be has been produced. We have a universe

When I was a kid, my first favorite song was probably Lou Reed's "Walk on the Wild Side."

I love the theater. I love being on stage; I love the live audience. I also love dressing up and all of the make-believe.

While the human gaze becomes more and more fixed, losing some of its natural speed and sensitivity, photographic shots, on the contrary, become even faster.

How would you ever learn unconditional love if you were married to someone who met all the conditions?

Always remember, Son, the best boss is the one who bosses the least. Whether it's cattle, or horses, or men; the least government is the best government.