“We often sing lullabyes to our children that we ourselves may sleep.”

“Inspiration will always sing; inspiration will never explain. We often sing lullabies to our children that we ourselves may sleep. All our words are but crumbs that fall down from the feast of the mind.”

“We wanderers, ever seeking the lonelier way, begin no day where we have ended another day; and no sunrise finds us where sunset left us. Even while the earth sleeps we travel. We are the seeds of the tenacious plant, and it is in our ripeness and our fullness of heart that we are given to the wind and are scattered.”

“Trees are poems the earth writes upon the sky, We fell them down and turn them into paper,That we may record our emptiness.”

“A great singer is he who sings our silences”

“We choose our joys and sorrows long before we experience them.”

“The appearance of things changes according to the emotions; and thus we see magic and beauty in them, while the magic and beauty are really in ourselves.”