“I cannot understand why my arm is not a lilac tree.”

You go your way I’ll go your way too.

Dream after dream we all lie in each other’s arms.

To discover the truth in anything that is alien, first dispense with the indispensable in your own vision.

Games are nature’s most beautiful creation.

I told the truth, I didn’t come to fool you.

We are ugly but we have the music.

I’ve forgotten most of what I’ve read and, frankly, it never seemed very important to me or to the world.

The cutting of the gem has to be finished before you can see whether it shines.

Even damnation is poisoned with rainbows.

Here’s to the few who forgive what you do, and the fewer who don’t even care.

I don’t consider myself a pessimist. I think of a pessimist as someone who is waiting for it to rain. And I feel soaked to the skin.

Please make me empty, if I’m empty then I can receive, if I can receive it means it comes from somewhere outside of me, if it comes from outside of me I’m not alone! I cannot bear this loneliness. Above all it is loneliness.

Do not be a magician – be magic!

He knew that hair couldn’t feel; he kissed her hair.

Who could have foretold the heart grows cold from touching others.

Avoid the flourish. Do not be afraid to be weak. Do not be ashamed to be tired. You look good when you’re tired. You look like you could go on forever. Now come into my arms. You are the image of my beauty.

When nations grow old the Arts grow cold And commerce settles on every tree

I have the opportunity, once more to right some wrongs, to pray for peace, to plant some trees, and sing more joyful songs.

The apple tree never asks the beech how he shall grow, nor the lion, the horse, how he shall take his prey.

Janie saw her life like a great tree in leaf with the things suffered, things enjoyed, things done and undone. Dawn and doom was in the branches

Trees are living beings. And they have their own personalities. There are the young, eager saplings, all striving with each other. If you put your cheek against one of those, you almost sense the sap rising and the energy.

Astrology is a disease, not a science. It is a tree under the shadow of which all sorts of superstitions thrive. Only fools and charlatans lend value to it.

Astrology is a sickness, not a science. It is a tree under the shade of which all sorts of superstitions thrive.

Fruit is always the miraculous, the created; it is never the result of willing, but always a growth. The fruit of the Spirit is a gift of God, and only He can produce it. They who bear it know as little about it as the tree knows of its fruit. They know only the power of Him on whom their life depends.