Silence Is The Tortured Man's Revenge.

The Man Grinned Back At Me With That Perfect Sincerity We Fear And Call Simple-minded.

I Still Love You. And Sometimes, My Friend, The Love That I Have, And Can't Give To You, Crushes The Breath From My Chest. Sometimes, Even Now, My Heart Is Drowning In A Sorrow That Has No Stars Without You, And No Laughter, And No Sleep.

The Voice, Afghan Matchmakers Say, Is More Than Half Of Love.

Indians Are The Italians Of Asia And Vice Versa. Every Man In Both Countries Is A Singer When He Is Happy, And Every Woman Is A Dancer When She Walks To The Shop At The Corner. For Them, Food Is The Music Inside The Body And Music Is The Food Inside The Heart. Amore Or Pyar Makes Every Man A Poet, A Princess Of Peasant Girl If Only For Second Eyes Of Man And Woman Meets.

Fate Gives All Of Us Three Teachers, Three Friends, Three Enemies, And Three Great Loves In Our Lives. But These Twelve Are Always Disguised, And We Can Never Know Which One Is Which Until We’ve Loved Them, Left Them, Or Fought Them.