One, what would happen if everyone did this thing? Two, would this help or hinder the movement toward universal ultimate complexity?

So when will be the time to get on the train? I think.....a little bit almost quite very soon and not long.

We live on because we can love, and we love because we can forgive.

What is it?" she asked. "I'm looking for your wings. You are my guardian angel, aren't you?" "I'm afraid not," she replied, her cheeks dimplingwith a wry smile. "There's too much of the devil in me for that." "Just how much devil," I grinned, "are we talking about here?

But the soul has no culture. The soul has no nations. The soul has no colour or accent or way of life. The soul is forever. The soul is one. And when the heart has its moment of truth and sorrow, the soul can't be stilled.

Some feelings sink so deep into the heart that only loneliness can help you find them again.

The choking humidity makes amphibians of us all, in Bombay, breathing water in air; you learn to live with it, and you learn to like it, or you leave.