Male writers who never find the stabilizing force of an understanding woman in their lives usually end up as the jaded figures of their days, the types who give much artistic expression to the world, but who are lonely in their overcrowded worlds of love.

We always emerge from the death of a loved one like a phoenix arising from its funeral pyre.

In the world of today, human desires far supersede human needs. Waste, as you can see, is the result of all of those contradictions. That is how we ended up complicating our world.

Love and hate when stretched to their extremes blind reasoning.

Only a fool would find happiness from an achievement that is detrimental to those he loves.

What is the purpose of achieving your dream if the people you had dreamed your achievements for are no longer there to reap the benefits?

A yesterday missed can never be found even in a fine tomorrow.

It was one thing to be fooled, and another thing to be taken for a fool all the time.

It is not something we often find out; but most of the specially-gifted have a deep desire to be ordinary.