Nothing can be more delicate without being fantastical, nothing more firm and based in nature and sentiment, than the courtship and mutual carriage of the sexes.
That, chang'd thro' all and yet in all the same, Great in the Earth as in th' Ætherial frame, Warms in the Sun, refreshes in the Breeze, Glows in the Stars, and blossoms in the Trees... Breathes in our soul, informs our mortal part... Submit - in this, or any other Sphere, Secure to be as blest as thou canst bear. All Nature is but Art, unknown to thee; All Chance, Direction which thou canst not see; All Discord, Harmony not understood... All partial Evil, universal Good.
Jab tum akelapan mehsuskaro toh kabhi preshan mat hona,,,,..
Apni ankhe band krnaor khuda se khna,,,,"Aye khuda"..
Tune mujhe itna kimti kyu bnayake koi hasil hi nahi kar paya...
Teri lehrati julfe na jane kya kehti hai
teri jhuki nazro ko dekhkar log kya kehte hai
humne suni hai aapki taarif apne kaano se
log to aapko Taj Mahal kehte hai
Chale gaye ho door kuch pal k liye.
Door rehkar bhi kareeb ho har pal k liye.
Kaise yaad na aaye apki ek pal k liye.
Jab dil me ho tum har pal k liye..
Nothing is more dangerous than to stop working. It is a habit that can soon be lost, one that is easily neglected and hard to resume. A measure of day-dreaming is a good thing, like a drug prudently used ... But too much submerges and drowns. Woe to the intellectual worker who allows himself to lapse wholly from positive thinking into day-dreaming. He thinks he can easily change back, and tells himself that it is all one. He is wrong! To substitute day-dreaming for thought is to confuse poison with a source of nourishment.