We grow from our dreams.

Whatever others may say, they say it to deceive and comfort themselves, not help you.

The same word we love and hate, leaves in different directions, taking different paths.

When magic through nerves and reason passes, Imagination, force, and passion will thunder. The portrait of the world is changed.

Arrival in the world is really a departure and that, which we call departure, is only a return.

I can see myself before myself - a being through dark scenery.

When all is lost, there is still a memory.