Conscience is a great moralist inside us with a stick in its hand. It is a whip of virtue which oppresses us unmercifully when we do wrong.

A pure drop of rain may fall on a beautiful water lily or on a dirty mud pond! This is exactly what happens when we are born!

The most beautiful things can only be created by the most free minds!

In a twilight garden, when a brown nightingale starts singing, what is left to a blonde chicken is to remain silent.

While wishing a beautiful snowing for the streets of your city, do not forget also to wish a warm house for the homeless!

It would be fair in terms of justice that those who believe in 'Life After Death' live much less than those who do not believe in such a thing!

You can be a flower in somebody's garden or a pig or the sunshine or a crow or a nightingale! Be something nice in someone else's garden.