“I always knew I was a dust. But I never knew I was also a universe.”

Indifference is a quarantined difference.

I really like working by myself without any distractions, learning from my own mistakes.

I detest only the violence and trauma that any self-centered conduct can cause to others.

So we can feel grateful for what we have been given. Sadness soon disappears and, in return, we get inspired to bless others.

Let our curiosity, adventure and wonder of life never end.

I don’t belong to any denomination or religion, I just belong to God.

Humility, peace, child-like enthusiasm, acceptance, and sincerity is the true infinity engine!

Just as you commit to this life when it commits to leaving you.

The tree of life for me is a symbol of abundance and eternal life.

We hear inconceivable, but cannot see the intangible.

I broke down all conclusions into illusions and confusions.

I do not condemn any personal choices for intimate relationships. Love is love.

A fermented mind – according to nothing, we are something.

When we cannot look around and explain anything we are the quantum world.

Behind each door we shake is a reality.

Portals of divinity are everywhere.

My desire to get here [Parliament] was like miners’coal dust, it was under my fingers and I couldn’t scrub it out.

In the best organizations, love is the real “pixie dust.”

It is a slightly arresting notion that if you were to pick yourself apart with tweezers, one atom at a time, you would produce a mound of fine atomic dust, none of which had ever been alive but all of which had once been you.

If you sound great in the practice room, you’re practicing the wrong thing. Music washes away from the soul the dust of everyday life.

If we are just specks of dust hit by lightning, if we have no spark of God in us, why not just take whatever we can and devil take the hindmost? I mean, we are fools not to do that if there is no right or wrong.

A mass of dust, world’s momentary slave, Is man, in state of our old Adam made, Soon born to die, soon flourishing to fade.

But the dust! And the clutter! My housewifely and scholarly instincts were equally offended.

The night sky in North Korea might be the most brilliant in northeast Asia, the only airspace spared the coal dust, Gobi Desert sand, and carbon monoxide choking the rest of the continent.