“The only way to make a spoilt machine work again is to break it down, work on its inner system and fix it again. Screw out the bolts of your life, examine and work on yourself, fix your life again ...”

“Let your autobiography contain these words; "I was able to think positively, love affectionately and work efficiently". Thinking, loving and working are what make us different from animals and trees.”

“In science, work (W) is done when force (F) move a body through a distance (D). It is the same with our every day affairs. When you don't progress, no work is done irrespective of the force (power)...”

“To become a better you, be diligent and never let the charms of procrastination and excuses seduce you to fall for mediocrity.”

“Plant your tiny seeds and keep watering them every day. Soon, theyll grow.”

“Work hard and take risks. Try it before you confirm it is difficult!”

“I am happy.I have something to accomplish, create, and achieve.I am happy.”

“You can have anything you want if you want it badly enough. You can be anything you want to be, do anything you set out to accomplish if you hold to that desire with singleness of purpose.”

“The most important thing you need to do to accomplish your purpose is to stop, get comfortable, sit down and find time for thinking”

“If you have a good idea, use it so that you will not only accomplish something, but so that you can make room for new ones to flow into you.”

“The difference between ordinary and extraordinary is that little extra.”

“Nothing that happens to you was meant to be. The only thing about you that was meant to be is you. Blaze your own trail.”

“This music ebbs and flows, irregular, sad. It reminds me, weirdly, of watching the ocean during a bad storm, the lashing, crashing waves and the spray of sea foam against the docks; the way it take...”

“He hid in the crowd, she hid in herself.”

“And it is because we all of us know of this sombre power and its perilous manifestations, that we stand in so deep a dread of silence. We can bear, when need must be, the silence of ourselves, that...”