I sit at my window gazing The world passes by, nods to me And is gone.

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

When the heat and motion of blind impulses and passions distract it on all sides, we can neither give nor receive anything truly. But when we find our centre in our soul by the power of self-restraint, by the force that harmonizes all warring element

Once we dreamt that we were strangers. We wake up to find that we were dear to each other.

The thing which seems so glorious when viewed from the heights of the country's cause looks so muddy when seen from the bottom. One begins by getting angry and then feels disgusted.

The tragedy of human life consists in our vain attempts to stretch the limits of things which can never become unlimited, to reach the infinite by absurdly adding to the rungs of the ladder of the finite.

That I exist is a perpetual surprise which is life.