“Take, if you must, this little bag of dreams, Unloose the cord, and they will wrap you round.”

Any fool can fight a winning battle, but it needs character to fight a losing one, and that should inspire us; which reminds me that I dreamed the other night that I was being hanged, but was the life and soul of the party.

Joy is of the will which labours, which overcomes obstacles, which knows triumph.

Choose your companions from the best; Who draws a bucket with the rest soon topples down the hill.

What man does not understand, he fears; and what he fears, he tends to destroy.

I cast my heart into my rhymes, That you, in the dim coming times, May know how my heart went with them After the red-rose-bordered hem.

It takes more courage to dig deep in the dark corners of your own soul and the back alleys of your society than it does for a soldier to fight on the battlefield.

I believe that our memories are part of one great memory, the memory of Nature herself.

Hammer your thoughts into unity.

I heard the old, old, men say ‘all that’s beautiful drifts away, like the waters.’

We taste and feel and see the truth. We do not reason ourselves into it.

Every conquering temptation represents a new fund of moral energy. Every trial endured and weathered in the right spirit makes a soul nobler and stronger than it was before.

There are no strangers here; Only friends you haven’t yet met.

Sometimes my feet are tired and my hands are quiet, but there is no quiet in my heart.

I broke my heart in two So hard I struck. What matter? for I know That out of rock, Out of a desolate source, Love leaps upon its course.

The mystical life is the centre of all that I do and all that I think and all that I write. I have always considered myself a voice of what I believe to be a greater renaissance – the revolt of the soul against the intellect.

Neither Christ nor Buddha nor Socrates wrote a book, for to do so is to exchange life for a logical process.

I don’t know what I need, Maybe just dreams, the right people, and a spirit freed of all the worries, insecurities, and fear. A fulfilled life where visions and hearts are more clear.

Aren’t we all murderers? Sometimes of our emotions. Sometimes of our dream. Sometimes of our conscience for the sake of being downstream?

I am often asked what my aspirations for my music are. Do I want to fill big stadiums? Do I want to be a star? I just want to touch a few people’s hearts and show my daughters that they can follow their dreams.

My dreams turn out to be sweet when they’re about you.

The more you focused & maintain consistency, the more you get closer to your dreams.

Even in my dreams, you’re unsure.

If you were ever to cut my flesh open, i would bleed in broken dreams & love i failed to give. for all that i have not done consume me more than all of the things I’ve done.

Sometimes things aren’t a dream because you don’t really think it’s a possibility.