Sunday, 8 June 2014


In search of a Rose we sometimes overlook an orchid. Where is life taking us, perhaps where are we leading life? Insanity, perplexity or ignorance. What we allow to fade could already be lost, rust consumes iron and envy consumes itself.

Man is sometimes extraordinarily, passionately, in love with suffering. Pleasure of love lasts but a moment, Pain of love lasts a lifetime.

Wherefore did we begin and hence we bound to halt? We have been everywhere, done all naught except arguably eat our own flesh, perhaps tried and we are naught, yet worthless beings.

For every romantic possibility, no matter how robust, there exists at least one equal and opposite sentence, phrase, or word capable of extinguishing it. Covetousness like jealousy, when it has taken root, never leaves a person, but with their life. Cowardice is the dread of what will happen.

We cannot do evil to others without doing it to ourselves. With all the education and heights of men, we still lack that common intuitive sense, the nurtured divinity. Its quite true there's a fool born every minute. It's also quite true they don't die that fast.

He who knows he who knows not, and knows not that he knows not, is a fool, shun him; He who knows not, and knows that he knows not, is a child, teach him. He who knows, and knows not that he knows, is asleep, wake him. He who knows, and knows that he knows, is wise, follow him.