In searching for himself, he had come to understand that he was defined by selflessness.

Everything for you stems from a physical need. Most of you think with either your belly or what’s below it.

Now I know why I have struggled with my drinking all these years ’cause I see your face every time I pick a glass.

Interpreting dreams for Iranians was just as much a sacrament as reading coffee cups was for Turks.

Hope had only revealed herself to him when he was immersed in darkness.

Not long ago, man grew a sense of conscience. He defined himself by what he is, what he thinks, and, more importantly, what he feels – failing to realize that all come from One single source. All of man’s qualities come from One divine being. And that One being has bestowed nature’s hand with the ability to balance itself. Where there is good, there is also evil. And where evil arises, so does good.

He had never met a girl who shot an arrow straighter than Cupid did.

The only response to stupidity and ignorance was silence.

He was Lenin in a Lamborghini. He was Gandhi with a gun.

The pen, a feather plucked out of an angel’s wings.