Time is round, and it rolls quickly.
We have our brush and colors - paint Paradise and in we go.
I've stopped thinking all the time of what happened yesterday. And stopped asking what's going to happen tomorrow. What's happening today, this minute, is what I care about.
My soul comes from better worlds and I have an incurable homesickness of the stars.
How simple and frugal a thing is happiness.
Each man must have his own special route to lead him to God.