“Dancing is a perpendicular expression of a horizontal desire.”

Make it a rule never to give a child a book you would not read yourself.

There are two tragedies in life. One is to lose your heart’s desire. The other is to gain it.

If you want to tell people the truth, make them laugh, otherwise they’ll kill you.

Imagination is the beginning of creation.

Doing what needs to be done may not make you happy, but it will make you great.

A man of my spiritual intensity does not eat corpses.

Those who cannot change their minds cannot change anything.

He who can, does. He who cannot, teaches.

The happiness of credulity is a cheap and dangerous quality of happiness, and by no means a necessity of life.

You imagine what you desire, you will what you imagine and at last you create what you will.

To be in hell is to drift; to be in heaven is to steer.

I often quote myself. It adds spice to my conversation.

Both optimists and pessimists contribute to society. The optimist invents the aeroplane, the pessimist the parachute.

Do not waste your time on Social Questions. What is the matter with the poor is Poverty what is the matter with the rich is Uselessness.

Better keep yourself clean and bright; you are the window through which you must see the world.

There is no love sincerer than the love of food.

When I was in the eighth standard, I would dance to ‘Suraj hua madham.’ I have to achieve many things before I become even the ‘S’ of SRK.

I would imagine that if you could understand Morse code, a tap dancer would drive you crazy.

Then my heart with pleasure fills And dances with the daffodils.

Continuous as the stars that shine And twinkle on the milky way, They stretch’d in never-ending line Along the margin of a bay: Ten thousand saw I at a glance Tossing their heads in sprightly dance.

I wandered lonely as a cloud That floats on high o’er vales and hills When all at once I saw a crowd A host of golden daffodils Beside the lake beneath the trees Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.

For I dance And drink and sing, Till some blind hand Shall brush my wing.

Except for the point, the still point, There would be no dance, and there is only the dance.

Let your life lightly dance on the edges of time like dew on the tip of a leaf.