We all have a childhood dream that when there is love everything goes like silk but the reality is that marriage requires a lot of compromise.
The road to the future leads us smack into the wall. We simply ricochet off the alternatives that destiny offers. Our survival is no more than a question of 25 50 or perhaps 100 years.
I am not a scientist. I am rather an impresario of scientists.
What is a scientist after all? It is a curious man looking through a keyhole...
No sooner does man discover intelligence than he tries to involve it in his...
I write a lot too, so I would like to write or direct in the future if I...
I feel that the year ahead for me will be full of...
I don't know what my future is.
