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- One simply cannot layer a stale cake with fresh icing and believe that it will all be perceived well. It won't. It is what's inside that matters, not what meets the eyes. 

- With time it's simplicity that makes room in your heart. Hardly drama. 

- We must think more and share less. And we must share when we have thought.

- Be grateful for another day. Not everybody made it, so do not take it for granted.

Throwing up your hands occasionally is a helpful way to diffuse vulgar storms. If you bow to time for the present, you will conquer in the future as it takes little to muddy a stream, but you can’t make it grow clear by trying to – only by leaving it alone. As hard as it sounds, at times, there is no better remedy for disorder than to leave it alone to correct its own self.

Oh, yes, we definitely needed someone to put the overly hyped, power-drunk, arrogant people to be shown their place. 

If this self-proclaimed gentleman, which he is certainly not, considering the nonsense he is speaking, had some manners, he would have behaved in like manner of the family he speaks of at a drop of a hat. 

The test of lineage and propriety is not in air kissing the ones from the same clique, but in respecting those who are not. What a thoroughly unbecoming reflection of character really.

Thing is that they begin to believe that they are indispensable because everyone around them make them feel like they are demigods. When god itself is invisible then who are these foolhardy demigods? 

Kudos Kangana Ranaut. Do not bow down to societal pressures. You have more balls then them who have balls. 

- I see paintings as imbuing reality with the hyper-reality and complexity of dreams.

- You sweat when you trust.

- It might take a year. It might take a day, but what is meant to be will always find its way.

- A flood of dopamine and oxytocin, a drop in serotonin, and spikes in adrenaline and norepinephrine.

- Beware of shy people. They rule the world.

- In art there is a need for truth, not sincerity.

- The days are long, but the years are short. Time is passing. Focus on the things that really matter.

- Tomorrow's not promised. Do what you have to do today.

- Be nice and you are old-fashioned. Be vulgar and you are cool. The acceptance of mediocrity in nearly everything in the world is disturbing.

- It is essential to grasp that buildings are as unpredictable as the human nature that produces them. It is that which makes architecture such an adventure really.

- Even those pages you remove somehow remain.

- Don't change to change. Improve as you tread along life armed with education, wisdom, introspection, and true change occurs most naturally.

- The day may eventually come where nobody would heed the primitive and divisive tribal nonsense of scripture of any variety. Only then, perhaps, will mankind be saved.

- Antiques, like some like to believe, are not dead things. They are certainly alive, and co-exist well in our homes and hearts.

- How do we know for certain that the dead are really dead? How do we know that we are not communicating with them, and they with us now. How? What if death is nothing but a longer absence? What if it finds another place of dwelling. What if you cross paths with it on the street? The face might be different. The body too. But the soul, it’s fragrance, you know it all too well, and you are sure. What would you then do? What.

- Creative trends often stem from small groups of people who know each other and share the same tastes at the same time. Friends, almost.

Do not let yourself be deceived: great intellects are skeptical.

- Getting yourself a 'pretend antique' is disgraceful. Buy an original, or not at all.

- Intelligence is not everyone's cup o' tea. 

- My instincts are nearly always better than my cerebration. 

- Obsession, as some think it, isn't crazed or criminal. In the most amusing manner, it is deeply alluring. 

- "What matters is not the length," he states sombrely, "but the depth."
"Of what?" she asks.
"Life!" he replies.
"Aah," she says chuckling.

People have many faces, but the most pathetic of them all is to pose and pretend to be the kindest to the world when you are drenched in your own inflated ego and painfully wretched to those at home.

When you lie on your back and watch the clouds pass. When you come upon the first rays of light at dawn. When you step into clarity from the mistiness of the morning fog. When you visit the beach and see its immensity, you only realise one thing – it is sad that we live in a material world.

What makes magic is genius; and what makes genius is an infinite capacity for expressing the aura of madness, unapologetically.

- It's when they treat you like you don't matter is when you matter to them the most.

- A man is not like a tree. An oak tree grows to a huge size, and lives for hundreds of years, only to fall at last to the ground a leafless and withered log. Even so, a man may live many years without becoming noble in character; his body has grown stronger, but he has not become a better man. On the contrary, nature shows us that the smallest of her creatures may be very beautiful and perfect in their way, although they are short lived. A lily that blooms in summer, though it lives but for a few hours, is far more beautiful than the great oak, and during its brief life its radiant whiteness sheds joy and cheerfulness on all around. So, in the lives of men, real beauty of character may be seen in the simple and humble, and life though short may be made perfect by noble deeds.

- I think like Neruda said we all have to love as certain dark things are to be loved, in secret, between the shadow and the soul. 

- “What hits you affects you and wakes you up more than what pleases you. We can only improve ourselves in times such as these by walking backwards, by discord not by harmony, by being different not by being like.”

- Studying books has a languid feeble motion, whereas conversation provides teaching and exercise all at once.

- Just as our mind is strengthened by contact with vigorous and well-ordered minds, so too it is impossible to overstate how much it loses and deteriorates by the continuous commerce and contact we have with mean and ailing ones. No infection is as contagious as that is.

- Be it the art of healing or the art of painting. The art of industry or the art of cooking, nothing compares to the art of procreation––for it is perhaps the only art, which is literally creative: the rest being merely inventive.

- Friendship too is very much like marriage, only without the sex.

- How steep are the steps to a strangers house.

- Greatness communicates itself before it is understood.

- On William Shakespeare 

Each many a coloured life he drew.

Exhausted worlds and then imagined new.

- No one is indispensable. No one. Yet sometimes you have to make some feel that they are most imperative to your existence merely to help them maintain their balance. But more often than not, the people you set out to help (while making a fool of yourself willingly) end up thinking that it's you who needs help. What a weird world we live in. 

- I have observed that the real character of a man can be easily found out by his amusements, since no man really is a hypocrite in his pleasures.

- Strange how the love that gives us freedom from all shackles, also, more often than not, is the one responsible for throttling it.

- Sometimes you have to let people waver to figure out what’s right and what's wrong for them.

- Time is a great healer they say, thing is that many don't live long enough to find that out.

- Some friends too, in time, turn out as useless as relatives.

- While I was in bed this morning I was thinking that if I take away the time of my infancy, my sleep, my thoughtless hours, my days of sickness and even in the fullness of years how few have been my hours of usefulness?

- More than anything else in this world it is people who can keep people alive. 

- I think we ought never to assume that he who seeks to comfort us now, lives untroubled among the simple and quiet words that sometimes do him good. Who knows that his life may also have much sadness and difficulty, that remains far beyond our own. Were it otherwise, he would never have been able to find the very words with which he comforts us. 

- People often tell me that they have only met me recently, and yet they feel such deeper connections as if I had been in their life forever. Some say we are linked from our past lives, and some others say that it is rather scary that they fall such intensely in love with my nature. As scary as it is to them, I ought to admit that it scares the wits out of me as well. Then again, I think that the most fleeting of relations between people is governed by the state of mind they bring to it, and when that happens, at once, a vastness will enter into their relationships, if only that vastness is there to begin with.

- If you talk of essences, you're a fundamentalist.

- Rather easy to mend skinned knees than repair wrecked hearts.

- We all mean to write one story and end up writing another.

Let us not let someone else’s thoughts and beliefs govern us. Let us not mimic the life of others. Let quotations not be our passions and let us not accept someone else’s definition of our life, but let us define ourselves.

Let us in our diary write precisely the same story that we want to write than ending up writing another.

- Life, they say, must unravel but naturally.

Truth, they say, must dazzle but gradually.


- Feelings are what make a man, love is merely a distraction.

- Take any hundred people at random, ninety-five out of them will not take any pains to help you or will not care if you live or die. Three among them will feel sorry if you are hurt or fallen, but they too will pass on. Only two might wait and give you a strong hand to rise and walk again. Cherish them and guard them with benevolence, loyalty and love.

- We attempt to interpret each day and pacify ourselves that we’ve reached a summit, though the dichotomy is that we are doing nothing but failing miserably at it because its reins are somewhere else. And as luck would have it, none of us know where. All we know is that each of us is a product of the similar source, and though each of us displays a distinct seal of uniqueness, which is an unbecoming anomaly of course, yet in the game of life, each one of us are cosmically connected, somewhere and somehow, in an extended sense.

- I have realised is that in every walk of life you need to calculating rather than being your own self. If you are hospitable there will be no dearth of people interrupting your domestic peace and privacy. If you are generous, spongers will crowd around you till you cease to be so. If you are neighbourly and accommodating, people take you for granted. If you are tender and take pains not to hurt others, others will hurt you. People will take undue advantage of your patience and tolerance, which are signs of your hard earned maturity, by assuming them to be your weakness and not your strength.

- Some people belong entirely to others, for foolishness always deals in excess. They have not a day, not an hour to call their own, so completely do they give themselves to others. This is true even in matters of understanding. Some people know everything for others and nothing for themselves. If you are prudent, you will understand that people seek you not for your own sake but for their own. What interests them is what you can do for them.

- I actually like the quest. The feeling of wanting to search. The truth is that I probably don’t want to be cheerful or content, because the big question is, then what? The fun is in being lost, because the more lost you are, the more you have to look forward to.

- It is not wrong to be attacked by self pity any more than it's wrong to have a cold in the head. Both are the result of some sort of disorganisation of the mind. What is wrong, in both cases, is to allow oneself to be incapacitated by it. What would help many people out of the self pitying condition would be to realise how ugly and ill-mannered and boring a thing it may become. A display of tragic grief at the moment of mental agony is an impressive thing, but one cannot be harassed beyond a certain point, and the complacent display of artificial misery is as objectionable a thing in the moral world as is the habit of incessant sniffing in the physical region. It may be very comfortable to sniff if one feels inclined, but what sniffers do not realise is that instead of evoking sympathy, they evoke nothing but a sort of contemptuous irritation in others.

- To run away from pain, we pursue joy. We forget that joy doesn’t mean the absence or erasure of pain. Human life is such, that it is not pain that we wish to abandon, rather it is life that we wish to live. Sometimes lost in the differences to make choices between pain, joy, life and living, we tend to become practical. Practicality teaches us that there cannot be joy till all pain be lost, and with human nature being so alien to this condition, only one thing could but bring such a balance between both is death.

There is only one cure for the evils which newly earned independence produces, and that cure is independence. When a prisoner first leaves his cell he simply cannot bear the light of day; he is ill-adapted to set apart colours or recognise faces. But the remedy is not to remand him into his prison, but to acquaint him to the rays of the sun.

The blaze of truth and liberty may at first blind and bewilder nations which have become half visionless in the house of repression. But let them gaze on, and they will soon be able to bear it. In a few years men learn to reason. The radical violence of opinions subsides. Malicious dogmas repair each other. The disseminated elements of truth cease to contend, and begin to coalesce. And at length a system of justice and order is educed out of the chaos.

- Everyone is alone, then why this fuss to let someone in.

- Art is many things, some use a brush, some a bow, some a pen, some glass, and some love. An artist has to stretch or he is no artist at all.