Poetry is the impish attempt to paint the colour of the wind.

When u were born, u were crying and everyone round u was smiling.. Live ur life so that when u die, u're the one who is smiling and everyone round u is crying..

My greenthumb came only as a result of the mistakes I made while learning to seethings from the plant's point of view.

Our errors are steps on the way.

The mostimportant things are the hardest to say, because words diminish them.

Some People strengthen the society just by being the kind of people they are.

The greatest job of teachers is to cultivate talent until it ripens for the public to reap its bounty.

It is a strange desire to seek power and to lose liberty,or to seek power over others and to lose power over a man's self.

There is a sweet joy that comes to us after sorrow.

Pessimism, when you get used to it, is just as agreeable as optimism.

All is riddle, and the key to a riddle is another riddle.

Knowingthat everything's futile but still fighting, still raging against the dying ofthe light that's what motivates me all the time ... If you hold that sense offutility in your head for too long, it can begin to eat into you. You canstill be aware of it