To the birds you gave songs, the birds gave you songs in return. You gave me only a voice, yet asked for more, thus I sing.

When you have once taken up a responsibility, you must see it through.

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

The tragedy of human life consists in our vain attempts to stretch the limits of things which can never become unlimited, to reach the infinite by absurdly adding to the rungs of the ladder of the finite.

Truth reveals itself in beauty.

Today I feel that I shall win through. I have come to the gateway of the simple; I am now content to see things as they are. I have gained freedom myself; I shall allow freedom to others. In my work will be my salvation.

To be constantly changing one's plans isn't decision at all-it's indecision.