To the children and the innocent it's all the same.
No fear or shame in the dignity of your experience, language, and knowledge.
I felt free and therefore I was free.
He had no place he could stay in without getting tired of it and because there was nowhere to go but everywhere, keep rolling under the stars.
Don't tell them too much about your soul. They're waiting for just that.
Man lowers his head and lunges into civilization, forgetting the days of his infancy when he sought truth in a snowflake or a stick. Man forgets the wisdom of the child.