If you shed tears when you miss the sun, you also miss the stars.

The singer alone does not make a song, there has to be someone who hears. -Broken Song

The world has kissed my Soul with its pain, asking for its return in Songs.

The birds looked upon me as nothing but a man, quite a trifling creature without wings-and they would have nothing to do with me. Were it not so I would build a small cabin for myself among their crowd of nests and pass my days counting the sea waves.

The higher nature in man always seeks for something which transcends itself and yet is its deepest truth; which claims all its sacrifice, yet makes this sacrifice its own recompense. This is man's dharma, man's religion, and man's self is the vessel.

Inspiration follows aspiration.

Memory, the priestess, kills the present and offers its heart to the shrine of the dead past.