Say of him what you please, but I know my child's failings. I do not love him because he is good, but because he is my little child. How should you know how dear he can be when you try to weigh his merits against his faults? When I must punish him he becomes all the more a part of my being. When I cause his tears to come my heart weeps with him. I alone have a right to blame and punish, for he only may chastise who loves.

When I think of ages past That have floated down the stream Of life and love and death, I feel how free it makes us To pass away.

The Taj Mahal rises above the banks of the river like a solitary tear suspended on the cheek of time.

The real frienship is like fluorescence, it shines better when everything has darken.

Man discovers his own wealth when God comes to ask gifts of him.

Days are coloured bubbles that float upon the surface of fathomless nights.

The echo mocks her origin to prove she is the original.