The World Looks Like Something God Had

You Have The Itch For Writing Born In You. It's Quite Incurable. What Are You Going To Do With It?

I Wonder What It Would Be Like To Live In A World Where It Was Always June.

The Beauty Of Winter Is That It Makes You Appreciate Spring.

The Woods Call To Us With A Hundred Voices, But The Sea Has One Only — A Mighty Voice That Drowns Our Souls In Its Majestic Music. The Woods Are Human, But The Sea Is Of The Company Of The Archangels.

It's Great To Be Great, But It's Great To Be Human.