If you were a bird, and lived on high, You'd lean on the wind when the wind came by, You'd say to the wind when it took you away: 'That's where I wanted to go today!
Pay attention to where you are going because without meaning you might get nowhere.
Chess has this in common with making poetry; that the desire for it comes upon the amateur in gusts.
And the only reason for making honey is so as I can eat it.
When you do the things that you can do, you will find a way.
Forever isn't long at all, Christopher, as long as I'm with you.