There's No Heart Like The Indian Heart.

The Truth Is A Bully We All Pretend To Like

The Amount Of Force And Violence Necessary To Board The Train, For Example Was No Less And No More Than The Amoount Of Politeness And Consideration Necessary To Ensure That The Cramped Journey Was As Pleasant As Possible Afterwards. What Is Necessary? That Was The Unspoken But Implied, And Unavoidable Question Everywhere In India.

Happiness Is A Myth. It Was Invented To Make Us Buy New Things.

I Think That We All, Each One Of Us, We All Have To Earn Our Future.

Nothing Grieves More Deeply Or Pathetically Than One Half Of A Great Love That Isn’t Meant To Be.