Every Flower Is The Rose

Lovers jump into bed without thinking.  That's the only way it can be done.

A cup that was spilling over still wanted more.

We all talk to ourselves.  Those we call mad just talk a little louder.

The difference between an ocean and a desert is Time.

Art is made out of pieces of ourselves.

Boredom is peace misunderstood.

To one who loves birds, morning always wakes up singing.

In dreams and stories we rearrange our lives.

Good reasons do not exist for poisoning the water supply.

A few stones that hit rock bottom found a home there.

The log on the fire: is it dreaming of the forest?

Every side attacks you when you don't take sides.

Make your life beautiful, you're the only one who can.

Remember: every flower is the rose.

Wild Horses And Toads

He who is not an enigma to himself doesn't know himself.

Now that I no longer think I find words for all my thoughts.

No longer to pretend to know, or even guess, what shapes human destinies, human lives.

No lily cares if it's the first.

For lack of love one does a million other things.

We tame wild horses, and worse make it a crime to be one.

Dreams were the first movies.

Now that we know war is absurd there are more wars than ever.

A toad can dream of outrunning a train.

One learns by doing, not by learning to do.

First there must be flowers; then you can arrange them.

A new theory doesn't change the way things actually happen.

The classical is what you praise: the romantic is what you love.

Truth is an outlaw in every country.

You don't have to die to be resurrected.