“A man who sits under a tree and dreams makes more journey than a man who goes around the world without dreaming!”

To separate man and woman at school, at work, at meetings, in short, to separate them at life, is the affair of perverted and fusty minds! Where there is separation, there is excessive primitiveness!

Do not hide your ignorance, because somebody might help you! Hiding always prolongs the problems.

Roads are long; make them short with a good company!

While eating a delicious food, remember the peasants and the workers who made this possible!

If you have decided to sail to the sea with great courage and determination, even the storm on the horizon will step aside!

Man must behave like a lighthouse; he must shine day and night for the goodness of everyman.

We determine our own price; it is always good to set our price to infinity so that no one can buy us!

Some man’s dreams can bring only nightmares to the world!

Youngsters lack wisdom; elders lack energy! When wisdom and energy comes to gather, great things are destined to happen!

Everyday, spend some time in solitude to repair the damages done by the crowds!

High intelligence is to think the unthinkable; genius is to realize the very unexpected one.

If the road is beautiful, walk the road slowly; be a turtle, be a snail and even better than this: Stop walking; live the road fully!

Sadness is one of the best universities in life! Though bad things take good things from us, they do give us useful things as well!

The most beautiful carpet is the carpet made of autumn leaves!

Create a wisdom and share it with others; in return, don’t wait for anything, not even a simple thanks, because expecting something in return does not belongs to the wisdom!

Even the poorest street is rich with people on it and even the richest street is poor without people on it!

We want you to sit down and leave your egos at home and let’s get an understanding as to where all this is foolishness coming from.

There must be those among whom we can sit down and weep, and still be counted as warriors. (I make up this strange, angry packet for you, threaded with love.) I think you thought there was no such place for you, and perhaps there was none then.

There must be those among whom we can sit down and weep and still be counted as warriors.

Everything has to be clean and orderly when I sit down to write.

I feel that I’d rather know an actors’ work, or have an instinct about them and sit down and have coffee with them, or I’ll see them in something and I’ll see if I can get along with them in some way, shape, or form.

You never really know the guy until you sit down with him.

You’re 28, why are you going to goth clubs? Do what I do, sit at home & wait to die. You don’t have to kill yourself, you’re just waiting.

Sit with the repentant, for they have the softest hearts.