Hold fast to dreams, for if dreams die, life is a broken-winged bird that cannot fly.
Life is for the living. Death is for the dead. Let life be like music. And death a note unsaid.
Bring me all of your dreams, You dreamer, Bring me all your Heart melodies That I may wrap them In a blue cloud-cloth Away from the too-rough fingers Of the world.
When a man starts out to build a world, He starts first with himself.
An artist must be free to choose what he does, certainly, but he must also never be afraid to do what he might choose.