I like to imagine that the world is one big machine. You know, machines never have any extra parts. They have the exact number and type of parts they need. So I figure if the entire world is a big machine, I have to be here for some reason. And that means you have to be here for some reason, too.

It looks like the whole city is made out of stars.

A substantiated proof that the world has a vast majority of people only fools is that the history shows that a genius born in every generation has been regularly treated bad to make him sad & always considered mad by the public; so a thought-provoking question is how could a person who often gets the support of good number of the people be ever good truly to others.

A thought being liked by many people a lot is not always sensible in nature, but sometimes it could be merely sensational.

A person in desperate need of help does not get the support of even one guy often, then wondering from where all these people come together in a big lot for a big cause.

The best thing I ever did was the worst thing I never did.