If death meant just leaving the stage long enough to change costume and come back as a new character...Would you slow down? Or speed up?

The poor man is not he who is without a cent, but he who is without a dream.

A dreamer is one who can only find his way by moonlight, and his punishment is that he sees the dawn before the rest of the world.

All things truly wicked start from an innocence.

The reasonable man adapts himself to the world: the unreasonable one persists in trying to adapt the world to himself. Therefore all progress depends on the unreasonable man.

The unreal is more powerful than the real, because nothing is as perfect as you can imagine it. Because it's only intangible ideas, concept, beliefs, fantasies that last. Stone crumbles. Wood rots. People, well, they die. But things as fragile as a thought, a dream, a legend, they can go on and on.

All things truly wicked start from an innocence.

To those who will see, the world waits. It feels like much more than a saying. And perhaps it is. Perhaps it is a hope.

So ironic that a heart made by man, when broken, is easily fixed, but a human hurt can last a lifetime.