The lunatic, the lover, and the poet, are of imagination all compact.
Musings on the Artist's Life
I write to question, clarify and celebrate – explore the categories in the sidebar.
The act of writing is an act of optimism. You would not take the trouble to do it if you felt that it didn’t matter.
Hold fast to dreams for if dreams die, life is a broken-winged bird that cannot fly.
Well, who in his own backyard / Has not opened his heart to the smiling / Secret he cannot quote? / Which goes to show that the Bard / Was sober when he wrote / That this world of fact we love / Is unsubstantial stuff: / All the rest is silence / On the other side of the wall; / And the silence ripeness, / And the ripeness all.
Writing is hard work and bad for the health.
When the gods created man they allotted to him death, but life they retained in their own keeping.
A room without books is like a body without a soul.
Always dream and shoot higher than you know you can do. Don’t bother just to be better than your contemporaries or predecessors. Try to be better than yourself.
Hope is such a bait, it covers any hook.
Be it known that the spiritual world in outward appearance is entirely similar to the natural world.