come back believer in shade believer in silence and elegance believer in ferns believer in patience believer in the rain

Separation Your absence has gone through me Like thread through a needle. Everything I do is stitched with its color.

From what we cannot hold the stars are made.

Your absence has gone through me

On the last day of the world I would want to plant a tree

We are asleep with compasses in our hands.

I say to my breath once again, little breath come from in front of me, go away behind me, row me quietly now, as far as you can, for I am an abyss that I am trying to cross.

Poetry is a way of looking at the world for the first time.

The story of each stone leads back to a mountain.

Now all my teachers are dead except silence.

I have with me all that I do not knowI have lost none of it.

This is my moral. Trust what you dream. Not what you think.

No one can take away your Natural Rights, but they can do great damage making you think they can.

If you’re not there for yourself, how can you be there for others?

I am always anxious to know what has happened while I've been asleep.

All things must pass.

Anybody who wears a mask is scared.

Too many people looked to me in the eye and did not tell me the truth.

I would get rid of the Department of Education. I would get rid of the state departments of education and let the local people control the schools.

I was wrong. God's law is only Love.

James Watson summarizes the conclusion: “A predisposition does not a predetermination make.