Sometimes we live no particular way but our own

There is a road, no simple highway, between the dawn and the dark of night, and if you go, no one may follow, that path is for your steps alone.

But never give your love, my friend, Unto a foolish heart

One man gathers what another man spills

Once in awhile you get shown the light, in the strangest of places if you look it right

Don't waste the breath to save your face, When you have done your best, And even more is asked of you, Let fate decide the rest.

In wickedness of pride is lost the light to understand how little grace is earned and how much given.

The sky was yellow and the sun was blue.

Ain't nobody messin' with you but you

If my words did glow with the gold of sunshine And my tunes were played on the harp unstrung Would you hear my voice come through the music Would you hold it near as it were your own?

Wake up to find out that you are the eyes of the world.

Right now, it's hard to imagine that it is raining anywhere in the world.

Escape? There is one unwatched way: your eyes. O Beauty! Keep me good that secret gate.

You are God’s holy people.

So, my dear fellow, if I don't believe in God, I believe still less in man.

There's a policy now of opening the doors to the outside world.

It's surprising how many people get bogged down in analysing, planning, and organizing when what they really need to do is take action.

Humanity, perhaps, that quality of benevolence that humans have, without irony, named after themselves.

I never wanted to change countries; it's something that is part of me.

Lets go eat a God damn snack