Hate Has No Literature: Real

If Fate Doesn't Make You Laugh, You Just Don't Get The Joke.

Some Feelings Sink So Deep Into The Heart That Only Loneliness Can Help You Find Them Again. Some Truths Are So Painful That Only Shame Can Help You Live With Them. Some Things Are So Sad That Only Your Soul Can Do The Crying For Them.

Let Me Explain Something To You. Look Around Here. How Many People Do You Count? Sixty, Eighty, Eighty People? Greeks, Germans, Italians, French, Americans. Tourists From Everywhere. Eating, Drinking, Talking, Laughing. And From Bombay - Indians And Iranians And Afghans And Arabs And Africans. But How Many Of These People Have Real Power, Real Destiny, Real Dynamic For Their Place, And Their Time, And The Lives Of Thousand Of People? I Will Tell You - Four. Four People In This Room With Power, And The Rest Are Like The Rest Of The People Everywhere: Powerless, Sleepers In The Dream.

Poverty And Pride Are Devoted Blood Brothers Until One, Always And Inevitably, Kills The Other.

A City May Be Dirty On The Outside But Is Clean On The Inside. Many Cities In The World Are Clean On The Outside But Dirty On The Inside.