“If we can dream it, we can do it.”

“All books are either dreams or swords,You can cut, or you can drug, with words. ”

“Life is a stream On which we strew Petal by petal the flower of our heart; The end lost in dream, They float past our view, We only watch their glad, early start. Freighted with hope, Crimsoned with joy, We scatter the leaves of our opening rose; Their widening scope, Their distant employ, We never shall know. And the stream as it flows Sweeps them away, Each one is gone Ever beyond into infinite ways. We alone stay While years hurry on, The flower fared forth, though its fragrance still stays.”

“Do a little more each day than you think you possibly can.”

“We are all of us lost. The best we can do is make whatever we're lost in as much like home as we can.”

“How can I help?”

“Why do we Fall?So we can learn to pick ourselves back up.”