“I revel in flowers without let,An atom at random in space;My soul dwells in regions ethereal,And the world is my dreaming-place.”

“There is someone of whom I keep a-thinking;There is someone whom I visit in my dreams,Though a hundred hills stand sentinel between us,And the dark rage of a hundred sunless streams.For the same bright moon is kind to us,And the same untrammelled wind to us, Daring a hundred hills,Whispers the word that thrills.And the dust of my heart, laid bare,Shows the lilies that linger there.”

“The beginning of Eternity, The end of time and space, The beginning of every end, And the end of every place. What am I?”

“There's no time like the present, No present like time.And life can be over in the space of a rhyme.There's no gift like friendship And no love like mine.Give me your love to treasure through time.”

“."In my garden there is a large place for sentiment. My garden of flowers is also my garden of thoughts and dreams. The thoughts grow as freely as the flowers, and the dreams are [just] as beautiful".”

“Let's stick together.""Well, you're going to have to wait here for me there: I'm going to the bathroom.""But how long are you going to be?""Oh, three hours?""Rocky . . . ”

“I think that life is a bit like a biscuit that you only get one bite at. The best thing is to just go for it. If you feel an inclination for something, just go for it. Life is too short to muck about doubting yourself. It's better to try and just shore yourself up with some sort of confidence. And get on with it!”