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“A woman who holds her head up too high, is trying to breathe from her own pollution.”

“He knows how to market himself well. Nowadays, that's all that seems to count. He's rebellious in a way that appeals to people with vain, shallow taste. So of course he manipulates his audiences with the blessing of his recording company and the financial investors behind his brand.”

“Many people define who they are, based upon what the world sees when it looks at them. They build themselves with their foundation set upon the perceptions of others. Do others think they are good, kind, smart, loving? But I define who I am, based upon the person who looks back at me in the mirror. If you were the only person on Earth, with nobody to see you, know your name, or ever be aware of your existence; what kind of person would you be? Live for the person who looks back at you in the mirror and be that person even if you are the last human being on Earth. Too many people live for what the world will think and will see; too few people live for their own soul. Are you smart, successful, got lots of super ideas? But those are not important questions. This is the most important question: do you know how to love? I do not care if nobody on Earth were to know my name; do I know my own soul? Do I know how to love? These are the questions I ask myself.”

“This is Not Us (The Sonnet) This is not us, Practicing savages abhorrent. This is not sapiens, Intelligent yet filthy indifferent. Some think we are advanced, But self-absorption is no advancement. Some say we have built a free world, But irresponsible freedom is mere derangement. Fancy clothes and accessories make no human, Nor do those shallow etiquettes. When we have no kindness for others, We are just good-looking cannibals. This cannot be the definition of humanity. Need of the hour is a life of inclusivity.”

“Sonnet of Luxury Serenity shrinks as luxury grows, While you pay moderation no heed. Disparity is not a matter of economics, All of it is born of human greed. Moderation is the key to contentment, Lesser the needs the happier you are. Grow up and get hold of your needs, Learn to tell necessities from desire. Cherish the little things in life, Value people over possession. A healthy society is born of healthy mind, Health begins where ends self-obsession. Sophistication is an enemy of life. A life of simplicity is bound to thrive.”

“I Write to Destroy You (The Sonnet) I don’t write to pamper your ego, I don't write to give you comfort. I don't write to teach you self-love, I write to destroy all selfish thought. I don't write to inspire your pride, I don't write to cater to your insecurity. I don't write to entertain shallowness, I only write to abolish self-centricity. I don't write to tickle the instaslaves, I don't write to peddle false perfection. I don't write to lick the privileged boots, I write to make soldiers of self-annihilation. My science and my art were born on the street. That's where I learnt, all suffering is born of greed.”

“Never presume to know a person based on the one dimensional window of the internet. A soul can’t be defined by critics, enemies or broken ties with family or friends. Neither can it be explained by posts or blogs that lack facial expressions, tone or insight into the person’s personality and intent. Until people “get that”, we will forever be a society that thinks Beautiful Mind was a spy movie and every stranger is really a friend on Facebook.”

“If your love for another person doesn’t include loving yourself then your love is incomplete.”

“The moderns, carrying little baggage of the kind that Shelly called "merely cultural," not even living in the traditional air, but breathing into their space helmets a scientific mixture of synthetic gases (and polluted at that) are the true pioneers. Their circuitry seems to include no atavistic domestic sentiment, they have suffered empathectomy, their computers hum no ghostly feedback of Home, Sweet Home. How marvelously free they are! How unutterably deprived!”

“Mirrors on the ceiling, The pink champagne on ice And she said 'We are all just prisoners here, of our own device' And in the master's chambers, They gathered for the feast They stab it with their steely knives, But they just can't kill the beast Last thing I remember, I was Running for the door I had to find the passage back To the place I was before 'Relax,' said the night man, 'We are programmed to receive. You can check out any time you like, But you can never leave ...”

“We've got so much in this life that all we know how to do is want more. So we concentrate on the wrong things--things we can see--as being the measure of a person. We think if we win something big or buy something snazzy it'll make us more than we are. Our hearts know that's not true, but the eyes are powerful. It's easier to fix on what we can see than listen to the still, small voice of a whispering heart.”

“That's why I walk around in shabby clothes, That's how I get to know about people's true nature. Everybody likes to butter up those in suits, Those who smile at the people with nothing, are the ones with real substance of character.”

“Melons & Dongles (The Sonnet) It is one thing to embrace one's imperfections, But there is nothing empowering in popping melons. It is one thing to fight for equal pay rights, Totally another to fight for the freedom of nipples. On the other side, nobody wants a dongle in their inbox, Only the dumb and callow care about your greek abs. Men who are concerned more with grooming than behaving, Raise a red flag to those with character and heart. It is one thing to stay healthy through regular workout, And totally another to worship one's body in the mirror. All that packaging isn't worth even a confederate bill, If inside all you have left is stinky narcissistic vapor. So I say, stay healthy, but embrace your imperfections. Once the packaging is gone, what'll be your contribution?”

“It's far easier to reel off lists of shops, and retreats, and job titles than it is to engage with the process of self-discovery, which isn't always easy to articulate and, sorry, it's just that we don't really have time to wait around for every little thought and feeling to be considered, expressed, and shared. There are more important things to be done and bought and planned for, and more important people waiting around who are more ready, willing, and able to be reduced to the confines of their stuff, and things, and shit.”

“Don’t say deep things to shallow people and don’t talk about shallow things with the deep people!”

“You can come to your friends with a problem and they will most usually blurt out a set of orders based entirely upon their own lives, which they believe you should follow. There is no thought process that goes into it, no internalization, no ingestion of your own pain into their own stomachs. I believe this is why, about a million people come to me with their problems rather than turning to their closest friends and family members; because I'm like that ancient tree with protruding roots, you can sit under my branches and as you cry I will soak your tears into me. We don't actually need humans with their many thoughtless advices. We need to be sitting under trees, asking roots to share in our pains.”

“Curves, Clothes, Character (The Sonnet) Your abs won't last, your racks won't last, Eventually everything ends up in wrinkle. Polish the outside all you want but, All curves are crookery if the heart is wrinkled. Slimness is not the same as fitness, Skinship is not the same as kinship. Etiquettes don't elevate the world, Apparels don't bring liberty and leadership. Waste not the life on measuring your waist, All waist is waste if the backbone is malnourished. Fitness is fiction when shallowness runs rampant, All curves are filth if the being remains prejudiced. Curves and clothes have no bearing on character whatsoever. Better a character out of shape, than a shape without character.”

“You could speak on my behalf. Try to persuade him.” His black eyes glittered. “I’m afraid I’m only a messenger.” “Please,” I said. “I do not want them here, truly. I am not being funny.” “No,” he said, “you are not. You are being very dull. Use your imagination, they must be good for something. Take them to your bed.” “That is absurd,” I said. “They would run screaming.” “Nymphs always do,” he said. “But I’ll tell you a secret: they are terrible at getting away.” At a feast on Olympus such a jest would have been followed by a roar of laughter. Hermes waited now, grinning like a goat. But all I felt was a white, cold rage. “I am finished with you,” I said. “I have been finished a long time. Let me not see you again.” If anything, his grin deepened. He vanished and did not return. It was no obedience. He was finished with me too, for I had committed the unpardonable sin of being dull. I could imagine the stories he was telling of me, humorless, prickly, and smelling of pigs. From time to time, I could sense him just out of sight, finding my nymphs in the hills, sending them back flushed and laughing, giddy from the great Olympian who had shown them favor. He seemed to think I would go mad with jealousy and loneliness, and turn them into rats indeed. A hundred years he had been coming to my island, and in all that time he had never cared for more than his own entertainment.”