The soul would have no rainbow, had the eyes no tears.

The soul would have no rainbow had the eyes no tears.

A breath, whence no man knows, Swaying the grating weeds, it blows; It comes, it grieves, it goes. Once it rocked the summer rose.

I question not if thrushes sing, If roses load the air; Beyond my heart I need not reach When all is summer there.

The soul would have no rainbow had the eyes no tears. [So when you are crying remember also to anticipate and look for the rainbow.]

I pour into the world the eternal streams Wan prophets tent beside, and dream their dreams.

No command of art, No toil, can help you hear; Earth's minstrelsy falls clear But on the listening heart.

Holding occasion by the hand, Not over nice 'twixt weed and flower, Waiving what none can understand, I make mine hour.

If so men's memories not a monument be, None shalt thou have. Warm hearts, and not cold stone, Must mark thy grave, or thou shalt lie, unknown. Marbles keep not themselves; how then, keep thee?

The message from the hedge-leaves, Heed it, whoso thou art; Under lowly eaves Lives the happy heart.

With so many people in the world i am confident in saying, if you connect with someone on a soul level you dont take them for granted.

Freedom to dream has not yet been taken away by governments.

Luck is the by-product of busting your fanny.

I had a great childhood. I think writers are always better off when they have more twisted childhoods, but I didn't.

No one can live with nothing.

Take the military option off the table - we have already seen it doesn't work.

I did get to sing at Carnegie Hall when they were made Landmarks! I sang ALL THAT JAZZ with the NY Pops ...what a total thrill.

Avicenna California...Museum of my twisted youth, vault of my dearest and most disgusting memories.

Crosses?" "Definitely" "Why?" "Because they're evil, soulless, bloodsucking fiends?" "So was my sixth-grade gym teacher, but he wasn't afraid of a cross.

How rich art is, if one can only remember what one has seen, one is never empty of thoughts or truly lonely, never alone.