Men can dig wells, but they can’t create water.

After digging a thousand wells of my own and stumbling upon a thousand others dug by the hands of thirsty men, I have yet to realize that the only well that can satiate every thirst is the one that men will never dig.

In the absence of faith, our dreams will move from feasible aspirations to implausible fantasy.

Looking back, I now realize that I left home in search of all the things that were right in the very place I left.

The hallmark of great dreams is not their possibility but their impossibility, and the fact that it is the very notion of the ‘impossible’ that inspires us to go and accomplish them anyway.

I incessantly look for water in wells dug by men, and I have drunk enough sand to prove it.