Time has told me not to ask for more, someday our ocean will find its shore.

...you're a rare rare find A troubled cure For a troubled mind

Fame is but a fruit tree- so very unsound. It can never flourish 'till its stock is in the ground.

Do you like what you're doing/would you do it some more/or will you stop once and wonder what you're doing it for?

And see she flies, and she is everywhere.

I think there's something extraordinarily nice about seeing the dawn up before one goes to bed, [] there's something uncanny about it.

Time has told me not to ask for more, someday our ocean will find its shore.