When anger rushes unrestrained to action like a hot steed it stumbles on its way. The man of thought strikes deepest and strikes safely.
Anger is implanted in us as sort of sting to make us gnash with our teeth...
I love each and every one of you but like my own family you thrill you...
Memory is not an instrument for exploring the past but its theatre. It is the medium of past experience as the ground is the medium in which dead cities lie interred.
