“At times it does not really matter what language you are speaking, especially when you are emotional and try to reach other hearts.”

I know I’m not perfect & will never become. Yet, I’m proud of being Me, with all humility & imperfections. Cause this is the only life I have.

No matter how perfect & honest a person is, there will always be people to criticize. In other words

Our generation delimited the definition & horizon of Love in a box that mainly refers to love between a boy & a girl.

If everyone agrees with someone, there is something fundamentally wrong with what that individual is doing. If you are not criticized, you are not in the right track.

To transcend emotion, silence is the best language.

Love has a broader & profound meaning beyond this box. Surely, the highest state of love is Love of God, a love between creations & the Creator.

If you think killing people is a solution to a problem, I not only disagree with you but also I hate your perspective.

In reality, the world is still run through the principle of ‘Might is right’.

Whoever – government or individual – has more power & money is dominating and, in many cases, oppressing people who are financially & politically weaker.

When there is a fight of reason versus emotion and the mind wonders which one to follow, in most times, emotion wins over reason. But it is reason that should win and emotion shouldn’t.

Though we love to think that we are civilized & developed than that of people lived centuries ago.

The happiest people among us are those who can sleep when they want to.

We are obliged to steal pieces of language, both visual and textual.

One can say of language that it is potentially the only human home, the only dwelling place that cannot be hostile to man.

Summer afternoon, summer afternoon; to me those have always been the two most beautiful words in the English language.

The lapse of ages changes all things – time, language, the earth, the bounds of the sea, the stars of the sky, and every thing about, around, and underneath man, except man himself.

For poetry is the blossom and the fragrance of all human knowledge, human thoughts, human passions, emotions, language.

Even with the best intentions, language misused, language used stupidly, carelessly, brutally, language used wrongly, breeds lies, half-truths, confusion. In that sense you can say that grammar is morality. And it is in that sense that I say a writer’s first duty is to use language well.

Language forms a kind of wealth, which all can make use of at once without causing any diminution of the store, and which thus admits a complete community of enjoyment; for all, freely participating in the general treasure, unconsciously aid in its preservation.

The price a world language must be prepared to pay is submission to many different kinds of use.