Rise with the hour for which you were made.

Your world is as big as you make it.

I've learned of life this bitter truth Hope not between the crumbling walls Of mankind's gratitude to find repose, But rather, Build within thy own soul Fortresses!

The strong demand, contend, prevail; the beggar is a fool.

Is there not a way by which the man who can think can be enabled to have time to think?

I'm folding up my little dreams Within my heart tonight, And praying I may soon forget The torture of their sight.

I want to die while you love me, While yet you hold me fair, While laughter lies upon my lips, And lights are in my hair.

The heart of a woman falls back with the night, / And enters some alien cage in its plight, / And tries to forget it has dreamed of the stars / While it breaks, breaks, breaks on the sheltering bars.

I battered the cordons around me And cradled my wings on the breeze, Then soared to the uttermost reaches With rapture, with power, with ease!

Your world is as big as you make it.I know, for I used to abideIn the narrowest nest in a corner, My wings pressing close to my side.

The question is not "can you wear your father's shoes?". The question is "can you walk in your father's shoes?". It is one thing having a mentor and it is another thing to become like your mentor.

No matter how cold this world gets, please don't lose touch of morality and allow it to turn your heart cold.

Pampered content is a public resignation of artistic integrity.

It's a good country for myths. Things seem to take root here.

Leisure is being allowed to do nothing.

Group conformity scares the pants off me because it's so often a prelude to cruelty towards anyone who doesn't want to - or can't - join the Big Parade.

I feel completely detached from any country, any group. I am a metaphysically displaced person

Suffering is an illusion.

To run and work the law commands, but gives us neither feet nor hands. But better news the gospel brings, it bids us fly and gives us wings.

When I cut myself I feel so much better. All the little things that might have been annoying me suddenly seem so trivial, because I'm concentrating on the pain