So, I don't know. I think so. It's all in the heart, whatever keeps you that way. Keeps you forever young. Forever young doesn't necessarily mean that you don't grow old, but you just have some contact with what put you where you are. You know, keep some type of contact. Anyway...

Fortune or fame, you must pick one or the other, though neither of them are to be what they claim.

Gates appeal to me because of the negative space they allow. They can be closed but at the same time they allow the seasons and breezes to enter and flow. They can shut you out or shut you in. And in some ways there is no difference.

Never make it perfect.

In the fury of the moment/ I can see the Master's hand In every leaf that trembles, in/ every grain of sand.

I'm inconsistent, even to myself.

Everything passes, Everything changes, Just do what you think you should do.