Between grief and nothing I will take Grief.

There is a foolish corner in the brain of wisest man.

Thegalleries are full of critics. They play no ball, they fight no fights. Theymake no mistakes because they attempt nothing. Down in the arena are thedoers. They make mistakes because they try many things. The man who makes nomistakes lacks boldness and

Treatpeople as if they were, what they ought to be andyou help them become what they are capable of being.

The mostimportant things are the hardest to say, because words diminish them.

Whetherit's the best of times or the worst of times, it's the only time we've got.

We have, I fear, confused power with greatness.

Evil communication corrupt good manners.

Humor is the affectionate communication of insight.

Ho puri dil ki har khwaish teri, Ho khushiyon bhara jahaan tera, Agar tu maange aasmaan ka ek taara, To khuda de-de tumko aasmaan saara.

Our errors are steps on the way.

To sit alone in the lamp light with a book spread out before you-such is a pleasure beyond compare.