That which yields is not always weak.

Your dreaming self seeks to tell you something your waking ears will not hear

Wars come and go; politics endure.

There are patterns which emerge in one's life, circling and returning anew, an endless variation of a theme

Well, I was living it, but a shared dream half-lived is a hollow thing

Spontaneity is the province of youth

If you will not die for us, you cannot ask us to die for you.