If you are truly a servant of God, then you are to serve him as a master.

Some people tend to throw your love to the dogs when you become totally submissive to them, but when you want to get out of the heat, they pull you back into the kitchen.

Your mind is like a tunnel that has no end, and a baloon, that even too much air cannot burst.

The stupidity of gossips is that they become frightened when they see your face, and a little word from your mouth makes them vibrate like an electrocuted criminal.

I die in sleep, and sleep is death and death is unknown, and unknown is God.

Some people are allergic to your success. Such people...when you smile...they cry, and wish you were dead.

Hope is like air if not built on a fertile ground. A ground that requires attention and nurturing. You cannot stop working on that ground even if the hope is sprouting higher into the sky.