“And the boy loved the tree, very much. And the tree was happy.”

If you are a dreamer come in.

Once there was a tree, and she loved a little boy.

Never explain what you do. It speaks for itself. You only muddle it by talking about it.

I know a way to stay friends forever, there’s really nothing to it, I tell you what to do, and you do it.

If you are a dreamer come sit by my fire, for we have some flax-golden tails to spin, come in, come in.

Don’t know where he’s going but sees where he’s been.

Sometimes I get so depressed about what I haven’t done.

Many leaves one tree.

Make it so good and so clear that it doesn’t need any further explanation.

I’ve found my missin’ piece So grease my knees and fleece my bees I’ve found my missin’ piece.

Everything isn’t everything.

She had blue skin. And so did he. He kept it hid, And so did she. They searched for blue their whole life through, Then passed right by – And never knew.

Comfortable shoes and the freedom to leave are the two most important things in life.

Listen to the mustn’ts, child. Listen to the don’ts. Listen to the shouldn’t, the impossibles, the won’ts. Listen to the never haves, then listen close to me, Anything can happen, child. Anything can be.

If there is a book you want to read but isn`t written yet, write it.

And the tree was happy.