Only love can endure this random life.

It’s intriguing to observe so many of the outrageous prophecies, made with such biting satire years ago in the first edition, come into being through the craft of so many self-entitled egomaniacs running a global...

After vindictive winter, apple blossoms seem all the more heaven-sent.Among flashing forsythia and budding rose, dogwood and daffodil,The allure of magnolia, azalea and wisteria to lovers’ dreams are lent.Resolve is recompense as seedtime’s blush dispenses...

The poet is a Cyclops in the Kingdom of the Blind whose sole cure for the madness of his vision must be starvation.

A perfectly clear photograph is a distortion of reality.

My best advice is never to address any woman as Madam unless she holds a high position in government or you happen to find yourself in a brothel speaking to its owner.

New York City is where specks of dust aspire randomly with all their cunning to become grains of sand.

Maybe, life is a kind of waking dream.Maybe, it’s a double-dream with a false awakening.Maybe, the dream only becomes lucid and truly luminous given the fuller perspective of life after one’s own wake.Maybe, the pictures...