Some things have to be believed in to be seen.

I saw with open eyes, Singing birds sweet, Sold in the shops, For the people to eat, Sold in the shops of, Stupidity Street.

The handwriting on the wall may be a forgery.

Time, you old gipsy man, Will you not stay, Put up your caravan Just for one day?

God loves an idle rainbow, no less than laboring seas.

Did anyone ever have a boring dream?

I did not pray Him to lay bare The mystery to me, Enough the rose was Heaven to smell, And His own face to see.

Without a wish, without a will, I stood upon that silent hill And stared into the sky until My eyes were blind with stars and still I stared into the sky.

Some things have to be believed to be seen

I'm an insomniac, my mind works the night shift.

Is where you're from the place you're leaving or where you have roots?

The cultivation of literary pursuits forms the basis of all sciences, and in their perfection consist the reputation and prosperity of kingdoms.

A bitter experience makes us a better person.

Vast skies in the Australian desertwaves that don't movewe slide surf glide like condors

A great ship asks deep water.

I think the music was speaking to that opening up of whose voice gets heard and how multidimensional that voice can be.

It turns out we're very good at not seeing things

It's strange that those we miss the most Are those we take for granted.

I have never regarded any man as my superior, either in my life outside or inside prison.