O woman, thou art my imperfection!

Everyone’s mind has sort of a slum division—a flirtatious spot that doesn’t give a hoot about how grave a situation is but constantly endeavors to derail more earnest thoughts, almost like a death-wish backseat driver.

To use good things to our own ends is always a false religion

ATTRACTION was, LOVE will and LUST is murdered by SEX

The duel may go on for long, but the self-defense often wins over the self-reproach.

Perception is to be blamed. It, if given due attention, keeps changing.