And I began to feel sorry for myself; for so many years, my drawer full of memories had held the same old stories.

We want to answer this classical question, who am I? So I think that most of our works are for art, or whatever we do, including science or religion, tried to answer that question.

Investing a lot of time and money in external beauty and caring little about internal beauty.

I have inside me the winds, the deserts, the oceans, the stars, and everything created in the universe. We were all made by the same hand, and we have the same soul.

How does light enter a house? If the windows are open. How does light enter a human? If the door of love is open.

Be creative. Men only learnt how to fly when they stopped imitating birds.

I don’t believe in God as you imagine Him to be, but I believe in many things that you could never even dream of.