Wealth that is stored up in gold is dead. It rots and stinks. True wealth is made every day by men getting up out of bed and going to work.

When you really want something even the Universe will conspires to help you

मनाची भटकंती...
तेव्हाच शांत होईल, 
जेव्हा तु माझ्या सोबत असेल... 
मनाची भटकंती...
तेव्हाच शांत होईल,
जेव्हा तुझा हात माझ्या हातात असेल...

Kill your darlings, kill your darlings, even when it breaks your egocentric little scribbler’s heart, kill your darlings.