Normally writers do not talk much,because they are saving their conversations for the readers of their book- those invisible listeners with whom we w….

To be able to laugh and to be merciful are the only things that make man better than the beast.

I have come to believe that the best kind of walk, or journey, is the one in which you have no particular destination when you set out..

The more you write, the better you will write! So - keep at it!.

It's courage, not luck, that takes us through to the end of the road..

It is always the same with mountains. Once you have lived with them for any length of time, you belong to them. There is no escape..

and when all the wars are over, a butterfly will still be beautiful..

There is money to be made in the market place, but under the cherry tree there is rest..

I watched a lot of movies. I was deeply influenced by movies..

When I write I just keep a waste paper basket handy in case I am experiencing a block..

I was nostalgic even as a young man. Preferred listening to Opera not Bing Crossby..

Readers want more of the same from you. So stick to one genre..

Book readers are special people, and they will always turn to books as the ultimate pleasure. Those who do not read are the unfortunate ones. There's….

I never break my journey at Deoli but i pass through as often as I can.

The past is always with us, for it feeds the present..

Hapiness is as exclusive as a butterfly, and you must never pursue it. If you stay very still, it may come and settle on your hand. But only briefly.….

But the trees seemed to know me. They whispered among themselves and beckoned me nearer. And looking around, I noticed the other small trees and wild….

Yes, I'd love to have a garden of my own--spacious, and full of everything that is fragrant and flowering. But if I don't succeed, never mind--I've s….

I... allowed my memory to journey back to the days when I was a boy of ten, full of health and optimism, when my wonder at the great game of living h….

But the trees seemed to know me. They whispered among themselves and beckoned me nearer..

Happiness is an elusive state of mind not to be gained by clumsy pursuit.It is given to those who do not sue for it:to be unconcerned about a desired….