Ho puri dil ki har khwaish teri, Ho khushiyon bhara jahaan tera, Agar tu maange aasmaan ka ek taara, To khuda de-de tumko aasmaan saara.

Sometimesone pays most for the things one gets for nothing.

Without trust, words become the hollow sound of a woodengong. With trust, words become life itself.

The good things of life are not to be had singly, but come to us with a mixture; like a school boy's holiday, with a task affixed to the tail of it.

Wordsare, of course, the most powerful drug used by mankind.

A man has no ears for that to which experience has given no access.

Thegalleries are full of critics. They play no ball, they fight no fights. Theymake no mistakes because they attempt nothing. Down in the arena are thedoers. They make mistakes because they try many things. The man who makes nomistakes lacks boldness and

A goodpreparation takes longer than the delivery.

If youare leaning over to starboard to balance the boat against the other guy'spropensity to lean too far to port, both of you are about to get wet.

Friendships begin with liking or gratitude-roots that can be pulled up.

Peoplespend a lifetime searching for happiness; looking for peace. They chase idledreams, addictions, religions, even other people, hoping to fill theemptiness that plagues them. The irony is the only place they ever needed tosearch was within.

WheneverI hear anyone arguing for slavery, I feel a strong impulse to see it tried onhim personally.