Find the right words, fast.

If more people spoke up, perhaps things might change.

The joy of living is a sensual art.

The way we live, decides the meaning of life.And the way we die, tells how much meaningful we made it.

The road love travels has no clear signs.

The power of an idea is never to be underestimated. Many a thought has survived long after its host has ceased to be. It is the power of an idea that no shield can defend against, nor sword divide, nor poison infect. As such, we must aspire to create ideas, rather than preserve life. In a sense, this is how we achieve true immortality and live on past our time.

A while later, I lingered in the hinterlands of sleep. Sometimes I think there is more rest in that place between wakefulness and sleep than there is in true sleep. The mind walks in the twilight of both states, and finds the truths that are hidden alike by daylight and dreams. Things we are not ready to know abide in that place, awaiting that unguarded frame of mind.

You cannot kill what is already dead or give birth to what is already living.

The water doesn't know how old you are.