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

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

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

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

Life is but a memory Happened long ago. Theatre full of sadness For a long forgotten show.

I woke early like a condemned man to the naivety of birdsong.

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?