The black of the ocean waves was the color of the sorrow in my breast, a sorrow that was never far away and always visible.
The world is a book and those who do not travel read only one page.
A house is never small or empty, when filled with love.
Work expands so as to fill the time available for its completion.
Hope is a waking dream.
A man of sixty has spent twenty years in bed and over three years in eating.
God is not a cosmic bellboy for whom we can press a button to get things.
If you caress me one more time, you will melt the butter on my toast.
If we marry educational technology with quality, enriching content, that's a circle of win.
Before you're given what you want, you'll first be tested with what you don't really want.
Nostalgia has a way of blocking the reality of the past.