I had a hat. It was not all a hat,-Part of the brim was gone:Yet still I wore it on.

There is in all this cold and hollow world, No fount of deep, strong,deathless love ;save that within a mother's heart

Though the past haunt me as a spirit, I do not ask to forget.

Gird your hearts with silent fortitude, Suffering, yet hoping all things.

Oh, call my brother back to me!I cannot play alone:The summer comes with flower and bee,-Where is my brother gone?

There’s beauty all around our paths, If but our watchful eyes Can trace it ’midst familiar things, And through their lowly guise.

What sought they thus afar? Bright jewels of the mine, The wealth of seas, the spoils of war? They sought a faith's pure shrine.

We pine for kindred natures To mingle with our own.

Passing away" is written on the world and all the world contains.

Oh! lovely voices of the sky Which hymned the Saviour's birth, Are ye not singing still on high, Ye that sang, "Peace on earth"?

There is strength deep bedded in our hearts, of which we reck but little till the shafts of heaven have pierced its fragile dwelling. Must not earth be rent before her gems are found?

I nurture daily my wellness.

I have no mystic faith in the people. I have in the individual.

Shamanic healing is a journey. It involves stepping out of our habitual roles, our conventional scripts, and improvising a dancing path.

To review ones store is to mow twice.

I am completely Socratic.

I like the idea of being a student, and I play with very good musicians. So playing with them allows me to get better. My aim is to get better, but I really love it for its own sake.

We created a way of raising standards of living that we can't possibly pass on to our children.

I think people should read fairy tales, because were hungry for a mythology that will speak to our fears.

I don't want to do any more movies where I look at it and go, 'Oh, God, gross.

The danger with playing a part that defines you is that it swallows up everything else.