Love is an endless ocean, with no beginning or end. Imagine, a suspended ocean, riding on a cushion of ancient secrets.

I said to the night, "If you are in love with the moon, it is because you never stay for long." The night turned to me and said, "It is not my fault. I never see the Sun, how can I know that love is endless?

I don’t know why; when I look at you, I see myself

You have mourned over others; now sit down for a while and weep over your own self.

Forget safety. Live where you fear to live. Destroy your reputation. Be notorious.

Walk out like someone suddenly born into colour. Do it now.

If you are irritated by every rub, how will your mirror be polished?