“I worked like a horse and I ate like a hog and I slept like a dead man.”

Words are, of course, the most powerful drug used by mankind.

If you give someone more than they can do, they will do it. If you give them only what they can do, they will do nothing.

I am by nature a dealer in words, and words are the most powerful drug known to humanity.

Tis beauty, so to speak, nor good talk necessarily. It’s just IT. Some women will stay in a man’s memory if they once walked down a street.

Now India is a place beyond all others where one must not take things too seriously—the midday sun always excepted.

If history were taught in the form of stories, it would never be forgotten.

We are the opening verse of the opening page of the chapter of endless possibilities.

Oh East is East and West is West and never the twain shall meet.

No printed word, nor spoken plea can teach young minds what they should be. Not all the books on all the shelves – but what the teachers are themselves.

Not getting what you want either means you don’t want it enough, or you have been dealing too long with the price you have to pay.

Nations have passed away and left no traces, And history gives the naked cause of it – One single simple reason in all cases; They fell because their peoples were not fit.

Literature is a splendid mistress, but a bad wife.

If you can keep your wits about you while all others are losing theirs, and blaming you. The world will be yours and everything in it, what’s more, you’ll be a man, my son.

An ounce of mother is worth a pound of clergy.

The world is very lovely, and it’s very horrible–and it doesn’t care about your life or mine or anything else.

Never praise a sister to a sister, in the hope of your compliments reaching the proper ears, and so preparing the way for you later on. Sisters are women first, and sisters afterwards; and you will find that you do yourself harm.

If heat death is the end of the universe, it really is all about the journey.

Sex is kicking death in the ass while singing.

Any moment might be our last.

To have the truth in your possession you can be found guilty, sentenced to death.

People in general are scared to death of the war and all the exhibition have been a failure, because the rich – don’t want to buy anything.

Water is the life – giver and the death-bringer.

Pain, pleasure and death are no more than a process for existence. The revolutionary struggle in this process is a doorway open to intelligence.

The death of a beautiful woman is, unquestionably, the most poetical topic in the world.