Mayank Tripathi

“Slowly the golden memory of the dead sun fades from the hearts of the cold, sad clouds. Silent, like sorrowing children, the birds have ceased their song, and only the moorhen’s plaintive cry and the harsh croak of the corncrake stirs the awed hush around the couch of waters, where the dying day breathes out her last.”
― Jerome K. Jerome, Three Men in a Boat

“A room without books is like a body without a soul.”
― Marcus Tullius Cicero

“How so reasonable a creature could live in peril of everlasting torment was incomprehensible.”
― Anonymous

“In three words I can sum up everything I've learned about life: it goes on.”
― Robert Frost