I have once said that time is like a scroll that is still unrolling before man but is already completely spread out before its Creator; but I will revise this quote:
History is like a scroll that is still unrolling before man but is already completely spread out before its Author.
Give me a thousand reasons to hate you and I will remind myself a thousand times about that one reason why I love you.
No color, position, or activity can make a man more than a man. He is just a man; nothing more.
I don’t look at a Christian by his theology. I look at him by how Christ has changed him from the inside out. I may not fully agree with his theology, but I will love him because he is my brother.
कहिले बन्ने हात्ती घोडा, कहिले बन्ने रूख
लहराउँछौ जताततै कति ठुलो मुख
गर्जिन्छौ मेघ बनी, बनी दिन्छौ वर्षा
उफ्रिन्छौं बालकहरू, हामी हुन्छौ हर्ष
जताजता हावा चल्छ, त्यतै बहि दिन्छौ
चम्किदिन्छौ बिजुली भै हाम्रो सातो लिन्छौ
कहिले बन्छौ सेतो हात्ती, कहिले बन्छौ कालो
लुकमारी खेल खेल्ने, अब हाम्रो पालो
गर्मीमा शीतल दिन्छौ, छेकी घामलाई
अन्नवाली स्वाहा पार्छौ असिना पो भई