“...glass words for you, Belovedrain beads from an abacus of pain...”

“...within invisible walls of dreams, we live a life that might have been...”

“children need calmtheyre artists”

“deprived of magic, wonder wanes”

“had almost forgotten the wet brush of your kisses soft as April snowflakes”

“my heart, sometimes singing in the afternoon, the most haunting song of solitude”

“I am certain of nothing but the holiness of the Heart's affections and the truth of the Imagination.”

“Nature: it might be the magical key to unlock a locked imagination.”

“Anyone who lives within their means suffers from a lack of imagination.”