Our talents are living things, we give birth to them, nourish them till they grow and become immortal.

Your mind is like a tunnel that has no end, and a baloon, that even too much air cannot burst.

Creativity is not intelligence, it is the ability to do what you did not know through the use of what you know.

The only way to survive after death is by breathing life into the universe before death.

Unfortunately for humanity, God is patient enough to actually enjoy watching the grass grow.

Your mind is a book; God is the pen.