I love to walk its streets with those who know its secrets!
POST: 2011-06-24T15:39:47+05:30
We all go through life wearing spectacles coloured by our own tastes,our own calling,and our own prejudices,measuring our neighbours by our own tape measure,summing them up according to our own private arithmetic.We see subjectively not objectively,we are capable of seeing,not what there is to be seen.It is not wonderful that we make so many bad guesses at that prismatic thing,the Truth!
POST: 2011-06-23T11:43:55+05:30
I fancy too have my professional way of looking at things and am disposed to judge men,not by what they do but by the skill they have in the use of words.I know when an artist comes into my house,he sizes me up from the pictures on the wall and when upholsterer comes he places me according to style of chairs and the quality of carpet or as when the gourmet comes he judges by the cooking.....
POST: 2011-06-21T12:11:40+05:30
Time is so short and literature so vast and unexplored!
POST: 2011-06-21T12:10:57+05:30
I should like to see the places but I should not like to go to see them and can be read with books said Samuel Johnson
POST: 2011-06-21T12:09:50+05:30
When I see that a new book is published,I read an old one.I am always in the rear ward of the fashion and the book has to weather the storms of its maiden voyage before I embark on it!
POST: 2011-06-20T15:46:05+05:30
Serendipity,Psychotically positive,focus on excellence.. Veneration,Inspiration,Emulation(VIE)
POST: 2011-06-20T15:44:27+05:30
80% of disease(Dis-Ease) is caused by Mental Attitudes!
POST: 2011-06-20T15:43:20+05:30
All characters dwelt by Bard are the ghosts of his ancestry,he was not a man,but multitudes of man.He created all these people because he was all these people and each character was a peep into the gallery of his ancestors!
POST: 2011-06-17T15:54:43+05:30
In Shakespeare we can see the Mirth of a roystering Falstaff,calculating devilry of Warwickshire Iago,Pity of Hubert,Perplexity of Hamlet,Swagger of Ancient Pistol,Bucolic simplicity of cousin silence,Mingled nobleness and baseness of Macbeth,Agony of Lear,sweetness of many a maiden who walked by Avons banks in ancient days and lived again in the Portias,Rosalinds of his mind.
