“That like I best that flies beyond my reach.Set me to scale the high pyramids And thereon set the diadem of France;I'll either rend it with my nails to nought,Or mount the top with my aspiring wings,Although my downfall be the deepest hell.”

“God gives us all wings, and I'm using mine. The sun is out, And I have to fly, My wings will carry me. The wind will blow, And with my wings, I will reach the clouds, Shall I reach the sun? Nothing can stop me, I will spread my wings, As I do not fear falling, Today, I'll surely reach the heavens and kiss them.”

“What things there are to write, if one could only write them! My mind is full of gleaming thoughts; gay moods and mysterious, moth-like meditations hover in my imagination, fanning their painted wings. They would make my fortune if I could catch them; but always the rarest, those freaked with azure and the deepest crimson, flutter away beyond my reach.”

“My soul has painted like the wings of butterflies,Fairy tales of yesterday will grow but never die,I can fly, my friends...”

“No, I'm not Byron, it's my roleTo be an undiscovered wonder,Like him, a persecuted wand'rer,But furnished with a Russian soul.I started sooner, sooner ending,My mind will never reach so high;Within my soul, beyond the mending,My shattered aspirations lie:Dark ocean answer me, can anyPlumb all your depth with skillful trawl?Who will explain me to the many?I... perhaps God? No one at all?”

“Perfection is perception..my perception views I'm perfect.. perfect to achieve the best of my abilities..my abilities shoot high above the sky beyond the rainbow”