Friendship Is An Algebra Test That Nobody

Heroes Only Come In Three Kinds:dead, Damaged Or Dubious.

Indians Are The Italians Of Asia And Vice Versa. Every Man In Both Countries Is A Singer When He Is Happy, And Every Woman Is A Dancer When She Walks To The Shop At The Corner. For Them, Food Is The Music Inside The Body And Music Is The Food Inside The Heart. Amore Or Pyar Makes Every Man A Poet, A Princess Of Peasant Girl If Only For Second Eyes Of Man And Woman Meets.

Whatever You Do, In The Privacy Of Your Own Rain Shower, Is Your Own Business

But The Soul Has No Culture. The Soul Has No Nations. The Soul Has No Colour Or Accent Or Way Of Life. The Soul Is Forever. The Soul Is One. And When The Heart Has Its Moment Of Truth And Sorrow, The Soul Can't Be Stilled.

If You Could Be Happy, Really Happy, For Just A While, But You Knew From The Start That It Would End In Sadness, And Bring Pain Afterwards, Would You Choose To Have That Happiness Or Would You Avoid It?