A letter from Albert Einstein to Marei Curie- I am impelled to tell you how much I have come to admire your intellect.

You're going to die. You're going to be dead. It could be 20 years, it could be tomorrow, anytime. So am I. I mean, we're just going to be gone. The world's going to go on without us... You do your job in the face of that, and how seriously you take yourself, you decide for yourself. To be trusted is a greater compliment than being loved.

The only way to deal with an unfree world is to become so absolutely free that your very existence is an act of rebellion. To describe the external, you become a scientist. To describe an experience, you become an artist. The old distinction between an artist and a scientist must be evaporated. Happiness is a state of mind. All mankind is divided, as it has always been and still is, into slaves and free men; for whoever does not have two-thirds of the day is a slave. What strikes me is the fact that in our society, art has become something which is related only to objects and not to individuals or life. That art is something that is specialized or that is done by experts who are artists. But couldn't everyone's life become a work of art? Why should the lamp or the house be an art object, but not our life? I think the job of the artist is to remind people of what they have chosen to forget. What we do in life. Echoes in eternity.

If Allah SWT didn’t give up on Fir'awn(Nemesis) and sent him nine miracles to guide him, and after he called himself a god, what makes you think He will give up on you so easily? For what it's worth, it's never too late—or, in my case, too early—to be anyone you want. There is no time limit, so stop whenever you wish. You can alter or remain the same; there are no laws to this. We can either make the best or the worst of it. I hope you can make the best of it. And I hope you see something that surprises you. I hope you experience emotions you have never felt before. I hope you encounter folks who have diverse points of view. I hope you lead a life that you are proud of. If you discover that you are not, I hope you have the guts to start afresh. Almost everyone you see is sleeping. Only a few people are awake. They are completely enlightened. Only after you shut off all of your lost energy will you truly be free within the united field. That is when we can develop something new. Do not feel lonely, the entire universe is inside you. Stop acting so small. You are the universe in ecstatic motion. Set your life on fire. Seek those who fan your flames. Surah Yusuf is so beautiful. It’s about Joseph. It teaches us that the closest people can betray you, broken hearts can be healed with love, ease comes with hardship, being sad isn't equivalent to being ungrateful, and people of patience have beautiful endings. If you can’t say something nice, don’t say anything at all. Pain and suffering are always inevitable for a large intelligence and a deep heart. The great men must, I think, have great sadness on earth. But it has always been a choice. Pain is inevitable. You can’t undo it. Suffering is a choice. People often suffer more in imagination than in reality. That’s proportional to our belief system. That’s a very important question, I reckon. Every single individual should ask which is What’s in it for me. Everything is ecstasy, inside. Close your eyes, let your hands and nerve endings drop, stop breathing for 3 seconds, listen to the silence inside, and you will remember. That's all. You can’t hope to make progress in areas where you have taken no action. You know, in life, you go big, you go home. A man is not made for defeat. A man can be destroyed but not defeated. We spend our whole time thinking about what others will think. But in the end they say, Inna Lillahi wa inna Ilahi Raji'un. Much of human history has consisted of unequal conflicts between the haves and have-nots. If you can’t explain it simply, you did not understand it well enough. The comfort of the rich depends on the abundance of the poor. Fall in love with some activity, and do it! Nobody ever figures out what life is all about, and it doesn't matter. Explore the world. Nearly everything is really interesting if you go into it deeply enough. Work as hard and as much as you want to on the things you like to do the best. Don't think about what you want to be, but what you want to do. Keep up some kind of a minimum with other things so that society doesn't stop you from doing anything at all. As far as we can discern, the sole purpose of human existence is to kindle a light in the darkness of mere being. I think I could turn and live with animals, they are so placid and self-contained. I stand and look at them long and long time. They do not sweat and whine about their condition. They do not lie awake in the dark and weep for their sins. They do not make me sick discussing their duty to God. Not one is dissatisfied, not one is demented with the mania of owning things. Not one kneels to another, nor to his kind that lived thousands of years ago. Not one is respectable or unhappy over the whole earth. You need to learn how to select your thoughts just the same way you select your clothes every day. This is a power you can cultivate. Rung by rung, the civilization drops ever lower on the ladder of decline. In civilizations, however, change is incessant. This exposes morals, mores, and morale to a continuous undertow of entropy. Hence, the moral core of society steadily erodes until vigor and virtue have been entirely displaced by decadence and decay. She stood there radiating light like a fluorescent-lit star in the middle of the sky. So far, yet felt so intimately close.

All the eyes were on her; her cascading hair and her lustrous eyes had everyone mesmerized, and me? Her glowing aesthetics had me perplexed, completely hypnotized, in seconds. Her eyelashes were the epitome of glamor. The way it would dance with her cheekbone, it'd captivate me, steal away my vocal tone. The curve of her jaw and how it moved when she spoke—I wish she knew how that possessed the beating of my heart, the passing of air through my lungs. Her lips, like an apocalypse. Blazing my heart with absolute chaos, those gentle, soft, elegant lips, so celestially symmetric. I stare at them, as my heartbeat skips vehemently, like an astronomer scrutinizing a meteorite, just as a mortal would fall for Aphrodite. We are not made with those conventional tiny particles called Atoms. It is deeper and divine. It's called Field. So there's this huge field we are in. In that very field, we are the objects floating with an infinite number of different objects. Energies are not continuous; they are bundled or discrete. An empty room, which looks like nothing with our naked eyes, is void. Nothing is not nothing at all. These fields are fluids that ripple up and down. Why do they do that? Well, as we are part of the same field, we share some special sort of force between us. This connection is more like a function. For different values for domains, there will be a different value, which we simply put as a range.