Your mind is a book; God is the pen.

Arts without a spiritual relative is like frying buns with water.

A true leader leads for the sake of love and his knowledge of the path, a bad leader redirects his followers to the path of destruction.

The only way to survive after death is by breathing life into the universe before death.

Every living word that gives life was once without form.

The deepness of your mind produces the thickness of your thoughts.

Music replays the past memories, awaken our forgotten worlds and make our minds travel.

Sitting to think of what to write will only set your ass on fire, give you headache, twist your face to look stupid, instead, walk around with a blank mind and something from somewhere will fill it up.

An idea is like a spark to creativity, which turns to a wild conflagration of thoughts, burning every ignorance. When the fire burns, the creative power is awake, and comes out to join the ideas in your head to bring out the hidden valuables the world never knew