I write every day for two hours. But it's what I do for the other twenty-two hours that allows me to write.
The royal kingcup bold Dares not don his coat of gold.
No power on earth compares to a mother's tender prayers.
Not a piece of architecture, as other buildings are, but the proud passions of an emperor's love wrought in living stones.
One can be a soldier without dying and a lover without sighing.
There is no caste in blood.
Sweetest smile is made saddest tear-drop!
The act of self-denial seems to confer on us the right to be harsh and merciless toward others.
Too much preaching nowadays pats the back and tickles the ear, but does not get under the skin. There is no conviction and therefore no conversion. I am thinking not only of the ministry of reproof and rebuke but also of the message of inspiration, of encouragement, of comfort. People go out of church at noon with the depths unstirred, the heart untouched, the conscience unpricked.
I think it's very humble to believe that there is no man, woman or child who should live in tyranny. That people who say, well, maybe Arabs just aren't ready for democracy or maybe Africans just are going to have corrupt governments, that seems to me arrogant.
Afghanistan is a land-locked country.