Hope is the thing with feathers That perches in the soul, And sings the tune without the words, And never stops at all.

Let us tend fruit of the earth, And the Spirit nourishes the grains Of joy from the seeds of Love, Sowed deep in our hearts.

Come, my beloved, Let us walk amidst the knolls, For the snow is water, and life is roaming the hills and valleys. Let us follow the footprints of Spring Into the distant fields, and mount The hilltops to draw inspiration.

Find me with your arms and embrace me; let slumber then embrace our souls as one.

I wanted to go higher than Rockefeller Center, which was being erected across the street from Saks, Fifth Avenue, and was going to cut off my view of the sky … Flying got into my soul instantly, but the answer as to why, must be found somewhere back in the mystic maze of my birth and childhood and the circumstances of my earlier life. What ever I am is elemental and the beginnings of it all have their roots in Sawdust Road. I might have been born in a hovel, but I determined to travel with the wind and stars.

There is something good in all weathers. If it doesn’t happen to be good for my work today, and will come around for me tomorrow.

When we can begin to take out failures non-seriously, it means, it means we are ceasing to be afraid of them. It is of immense importance to learn to laugh at ourselves.

Embrace me, for I fear loneliness; The lamp is dim, and the wine Which we pressed is closing our eyes let us look upon each other, Before they are shut.

You are my field which I sow with love and reap with thanksgiving. And you are my board and my hunger, and I seek you for peace.

Dost thou wish to rise?
Begin by descending.