Luck Is What Happens To You When

Good Soldiers Are Defined By What They Can Endure, Not By What They Can Inflict.

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.

The Only Victory That Really Counts In Prison Is Survival. But Survival Means More Than Simply Being Alive. It's Not Just The Body That Must Survive A Jail Term; The Spirit And The Will And The Heart Have To Make It Through As Well. If Any One Of Them Is Broken Or Destroyed, The Man Whose Living Body Walks Through The Gate, At The End Of His Sentence, Can't Be Said To Have Survived It. And It's For Those Small Victories Of The Heart, And The Spirit, And The Will That We Sometimes Risk The Body That Cradles Them.

Some Feelings Sink So Deep Into The Heart That Only Loneliness Can Help You Find Them Again.

A Wise Man Once Told Me- He’s A Muslim By The Way- That He Has More In Common With A Jew Than He Does A Fanatic Of His Own Religion. He Has More In Common With A Rational, Reasonable-minded Christian Or A Buddhist Or Hindu Than He Does With A Fanatic Of His Own Religion. In Fact, He Has More In Common With A Ration, Reasonable-minded Atheist Than He Does With A Fanatic Of His Own Religion