“All people on the planet are children, except for a very few. No one is grown up except those free of desire.”

I once had a thousand desires. But in my one desire to know you all else melted away.

Pain is a treasure, for it contains mercies.

Don’t grieve. Anything you lose comes round in another form.

There is a voice that doesn’t use words. Listen.

The universe and the light of the stars come through me.

The art of knowing is knowing what to ignore.

Respond to every call that excites your spirit.

Love is the whole thing. We are only pieces.

Look for the answer inside your question.

Love comes with a knife, not some shy question, and not with fears for its reputation!

I would love to kiss you. The price of kissing is your life.

The only lasting beauty is the beauty of the heart.

My lips got lost on the way to the kiss – that’s how drunk I was.

When the light returns to its source, it takes nothing of what it has illuminated.

Only from the heart can you touch the sky.

Out beyond ideas of wrongdoing and rightdoing there is a field. I’ll meet you there. When the soul lies down in that grass the world is too full to talk about.

Remember, I’m the kind of kid who used to get stuffed into a locker by school bullies. I’ve never felt like I’m a big star at any level of my life.

Creativity is the key for any child with dyslexia, or for anyone for that matter. Then you can think outside of the box. Teach them anything is attainable. Let them run with what you see is whatever they need to run with.

A great war shall burst forth from fishes of steel. Machines of flying fire, lobsters, grasshoppers, mosquitoes. The mass attacks shall be repulsed in the woods, when no child in Germany shall obey any longer.

We spend the first year of a child’s life teaching it to walk and talk and the rest of its life to shut up and sit down. There’s something wrong there.

Children and lunatics cut the Gordian knot which the poet spends his life patiently trying to untie.

Home is, I suppose just a child’s idea. A house at night, and a lamp in the house. A place to feel safe.

If there’s a God in heaven, what’s he waiting for? If He can’t hear the children, then he must see the war.

Ever since I was a kid, this was all I wanted to do. I’ve wanted to do music. I wanted to sing. It’s all I know.