Art bids us touch and taste and hear and see the world, and shrinks from what Blake calls mathematic form, from every abstract form, from all that is of the brain only.

There are no strangers here; Only friends you haven't yet met.

There is another world, but it is in this one.

Do not wait to strike till the iron is hot; but make it hot by striking.

The Irishman sustains himself during brief periods of joy by the knowledge that tragedy is just around the corner.

Come Fairies, take me out of this dull world, for I would ride with you upon the wind and dance upon the mountains like a flame!

But I, being poor, have only my dreams; I have spread my dreams under your feet; Tread softly because you tread on my dreams.

By logic and reason we die hourly; by imagination we live.

Think like a wise man but communicate in the language of the people.

What man does not understand, he fears; and what he fears, he tends to destroy.

One man loved the pilgrim soul in you, And loved the sorrows of your changing face.

How we feel (emotions) determines what we do (our actions/behavior) which directly determines the results manifested inour life.

The morning sun has a lesson to teach us—without judging, love everyone as he does.

Never explain yourself to anyone, because the one who likes you would not need it, and the one dislikes you wouldn't believe it.

Everyone wants to lead an extraordinary life.

[Magnus] was wearing canary-yellow pajamas, and on his feet were green slippers with alien faces, complete with sproingy atennae.

To be part of building a movement, you have to keep moving.

Anger devours almost all other good emotions. It deadens the soul. It numbs the heart to joy and gratitude and hope and tenderness and compassion and kindness.

We sing because we can't speak anymore.

I knew that my father was going to die of heart disease, and I was trying to make a heart for him.

The decline of education in North America and I suppose in Western Europe makes it harder to have a common body of references.