If you are a dreamer come in If you are a dreamer a wisher a liar A hoper a pray-er a magic-bean-buyer If youre a pretender com sit by my fire For we have some flax golden tales to spin Come in! Come in!
Some say the world will end in fire, Some say in ice. From what I've tasted of desire, I hold with those who favor fire. But if it had to perish twice I think I know enough of hate To say that for destruction ice Is also great And would suffice.
Unbeing dead isn't being alive.
To be nobody but yourself in a world which is doing its best day and night to make you like everybody else means to fight the hardest battle which any human being can fight and never stop fighting.
Resist much, obey little.
Painting is poetry that is seen rather than felt, and poetry is painting that is felt rather than seen.
I have loved the stars too fondly to be fearful of the night.
If you're reading this... Congratulations, you're alive. If that's not something to smile about, then I don't know what is.
Tell me, what is it you plan to do with your one wild and precious life?
Every heart sings a song, incomplete, until another heart whispers back. Those who wish to sing always find a song. At the touch of a lover, everyone becomes a poet.