Life Without Love Is Like A Tree

Birth And Death Are The Two Noblest Expressions Of Bravery.

The Envier Praises Me Unknowingly.

Happiness Is A Myth We Seek, If Manifested Surely Irks; Like River Speeding To The Plain, On Its Arrival Slows And Murks. For Man Is Happy Only In His Aspiration To The Heights; When He Attains His Goal, He Cools And Longs For Other Distant Flights.

You Shall Not Dwell In Tombs Made By The Dead For The Living.

No Human Relation Gives One Possession In Another—every Two Souls Are Absolutely Different. In Friendship Or In Love, The Two Side By Side Raise Hands Together To Find What One Cannot Reach Alone.