“Man is a parrot in the House of History; he listens and then he repeats the same crap over and over!”

For a city to be beautiful, it must have a mysterious air!

Life is a miracle; walking is a miracle; watching the sunset is a miracle; everything is a miracle, because existence is a miracle!

To be a ‘believer’ does not make you superior to others; but to be a ‘humanist’ does make it so!

Wherever you stop, you will stay there. Don’t expect the ground beneath you to move forward!

The wisdom of a lonely tree is higher than the wisdom of the forest, because there is more thinking in it!

There are only two options for a ship: Either to sail to the sea and fight with the waves or rot in a port! The same is valid for the man!

Whether it is sunny or rainy, make your walk to your destination!

Be it a house, be it a car or be it a little motorbike, there is always a place for the family!

Beautiful roads do not always lead to beautiful places! Heaven may be hidden at the end of an ugly road! Do not be deceived by the beginning; try to see the end!

You can’t get the taste of winning in a running competition with a turtle!

In a twilight garden, when a brown nightingale starts singing, what is left to a blonde chicken is to remain silent.

You want to do something good for the flowers? Then, keep the flowers in the soil, in nowhere else!

The Sun after the rain is much beautiful than the Sun before the rain!

The road to happiness has never been a straight one, and yet, it is the only road worth traveling, no matter how curvy or rocky it is!

Sweetness! World needs sweetness! It needs a sweet child, a sweet dolphin, a sweet monkey; it needs sweet people to soften the callous hearts!

A good teacher always refuses to have disciples! Let everyone goes his own way, in his own path instead of following others! If the direction is correct, there will be a meeting in the same place!

We are what we repeatedly do. Excellence, then, is not an act, but a habit. Aristotle How very little can be done under the spirit of fear.

I’m incapable of describing the feeling with which I left. I wouldn’t want it ever to be repeated, but I would have considered myself unfortunate if I’d never experienced it.

This is the lesson that history teaches: repetition.

It is the soothing thing about history that it does repeat itself.

There is no such thing as repetition. Only insistance.

Nobody has ever been able to experience what they have thoroughly understood – or understand what they have experienced until they have achieved a detachment that renders them incapable of repeating the experience.

History repeats itself. That’s one of the things wrong with history.

When you repeat a new pattern often, you literally change the neural pathways in your brain. This shift helps true change settle in.