The tranquility of the soul rests in one's reconciliation with the realities of life.

The possibilities of life are indeed novel, and seemingly my life has crystallized itself in my body of work before death could dissipate it.

Only fiction gives scope for life's full play.

Only fiction can lend scope for life's full play.

The tranquility of mind lies in its reconciliation with the realities life.

Whenever the stress is on standard of living then the quality of life could go for a toss.

Life is an infinite circle formed by arcs of successive generations.

It is the characteristic of life’s curve that while hopes soar with its ascent, dreams nosedive in its descent.

It’s a peculiar feature of human nature that we love to see those close to us climb up the staircase of success, but, behind us. If they happen to catch up with us, needing to share the space with them, we feel choked, and were they to overtake us, we feel morose, though they might remain friendly. It is because, used as we were to condescend to descend in our affections, we lose countenance, not counting our jealousy, that they too might seem patronizing from the altered stations.