If there was an abundance of misery in the world, there was also sufficient joy, yes - as long as one knew where to look for it.

If there was an abundance of misery in the world, there was also sufficient joy, yes - as long as one knew where to look for it.

He who spits paan at the ceiling only blinds himself.

What folly made young people, even those in middle age, think they were immortal? How much better, their lives, if they could remember the end. Carrying your death with you every day would make it hard to waste time on unkindness and anger and bitterness, on anything petty. That was the secret: remembering your dying time, in order to keep the stupid and the ugly out of your living time.

...the face has limited space. My mother used to say, if you fill your face with laughing, there will be no more room for crying.

Flirting with madness was one thing; when madness started flirting back, it was time to call the whole thing off.

The carnage upon the chessboard of life, left wounded humans in its wake