It is not in the gene of an Intellectually blinded person to experience the paradise in the writer's imagination.

Every living word that gives life was once without form.

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

The ink in your pen never reshapes your thoughts, you must replace the ink before the ink can be inked properly.

An introvert talks more than an extrovert because when the mouth is closed, the mind is opened.

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.

There's no secret on how to attain a greater height, just keep climbing the ladder, don't look at the dreadful distance, lock up that negative thoughts today, and fulfil your dreams.

Great and pure thoughts cannot be deposited in minds accumulated with rubbish.

If you lead me astray, then my wanderings will bring me to my destination.