The best way out of a difficulty is through it.

The hours I spend with you 

I look upon as sort of a perfumed garden, 

a dim twilight, 

and a fountain singing to it. 

You and you alone make me feel that I am alive. 

Other men it is said have seen angels, 

but I have seen thee and thou art enough.

Find a place inside where there's joy, 

and the joy will burn out the pain.

It is the chiefest point of happiness 

that a man is willing to be what he is.

Though lovers be lost, 

love shall not.

When I die, 

it will be a shipwreck, 

and as when a huge ship sinks, 

many people 

all around 

will be sucked down with it.

You got me singing

Even though the news is bad

You got me singing

The only song I ever had

You got me singing

Ever since the river died

You got me thinking

Of all the places we could hide

You got me singing

(Singing) even though the world is gone

You got me thinking

(Thinking 'bout our life together) that I'd like to carry on, ohh

You got me singing

(Signing) even though it all looks grim

You got me singing

(Singing) the Hallelujah hymn

You got me singing

(Singing) like a prisoner in a jail

You got me singing

(Singing) like my pardon's in the mail

You got me wishing

Wishing our little love would last

You got me thinking like those people of the past

You got me singing

Even though the world is gone

You got me thinking

(Thinking that) I'd like to carry on, ohh

You got me singing

(Singing) even though it all went wrong

You got me singing

(Singing) the Hallelujah song

Deborah Hart (17/1/59 — 21/10/24)

… I loved you in the morning, our kisses deep and warm

Your hair upon the pillow like a sleepy golden storm

Yes, many loved before us, I know that we are not new

In city and in forest they smiled like me and you

But now it's come to distances and both of us must try

Your eyes are soft with sorrow

Hey, that's no way to say goodbye

… I'm not looking for another as I wander in my time

Walk me to the corner, our steps will always rhyme

You know my love goes with you as your love stays with me

It's just the way it changes, like the shoreline and the sea

But let's not talk of love or chains and things we can't untie

Your eyes are soft with sorrow

Hey, that's no way to say goodbye

… I loved you in the morning, our kisses deep and warm

Your hair upon the pillow like a sleepy golden storm

Yes, many loved before us, I know that we are not new

In city and in forest they smiled like me and you

But let's not talk of love or chains and things we can't untie

Your eyes are soft with sorrow

Hey, that's no way to say goodbye

Books that distribute things... 

with as daring a freedom as we use in dreams, 

put us on our feet again.

Religion is to mysticism what popularisation is to science.

There is something wonderful in seeing a wrong-headed majority assailed by truth.

Convictions are more dangerous foes of truth than lies.

Unbeing dead isn't being alive.

Storytelling reveals meaning without committing the error of defining it.

No, no, you're not thinking; 

you're just being logical.

I prefer drawing to talking. 

Drawing is faster, 

and leaves less room for lies.

Truth never damages a cause that is just.

It is the unknown that excites the ardour of scholars, 

who, in the known alone, 

would shrivel up with boredom.

Our greatest foes, 

and whom we must chiefly combat, 

are within.

You must pass your days in song. 

Let your whole life be a song.

We shall not cease from exploration, 

and the end of all our exploring 

will be to arrive where we started 

and know the place for the first time.

Nine-tenths of the people were created so you would want to be with the other tenth.

Man produces evil as a bee produces honey.

I wish I were supernaturally strong 

so I could put right everything that is wrong.

Every man has a right to utter what he thinks truth, 

and every other man has a right to knock him down for it.

Enthusiasm is followed by disappointment 

and even depression, 

and then by renewed enthusiasm.

If we have not peace within ourselves, 

it is in vain to seek it from outward sources.

Put three grains of sand inside a vast cathedral, 

and the cathedral will be more closely packed with sand 

than space is with stars.

The essence of belief is the establishment of a habit; 

and different beliefs are distinguished by 

the different modes of action to which they give rise.

The public will believe anything, 

so long as it is not founded on truth.

To live only for some future goal is shallow. 

It's the sides of the mountain that sustain life, 

not the top.

Instead, it appears to be a particular mark of beauty 

that it is considered with tranquil satisfaction; 

that it pleases if we also do not possess it 

and we are still far removed from demanding to possess it.

True creativity often starts where language ends.

Invention, 

it must be humbly admitted, 

does not consist in creating out of void, 

but out of chaos.

There is frequently more to be learned 

from the unexpected questions of a child 

than the discourses of men.

I have always imagined that Paradise will be a kind of library.

There is much to be said for failure. 

It is much more interesting than success.

I have fun with ideas; 

I play with them.

Fear is our deepest and strongest emotion, 

and the one which best lends itself 

to the creation of nature-defying illusions.

Let your tongue speak what your heart thinks.

The thing that I fear discriminating against is humour and truth.

Idealism increases in direct proportion to one's distance from the problem.

All deception 

in the course of life 

is indeed nothing else 

but a lie reduced to practice, 

and falsehood passing from words into things.

I cannot summon up inspiration; 

I myself am summoned.

My own way of thinking 

is to ponder long 

and I hope deeply 

on problems 

and for a long time 

which I keep away for years and years 

and I never really let them go.

Knowledge comes, 

but wisdom lingers.

The great instrument of moral good is the imagination.

The brightest flashes in the world of thought are incomplete 

until they have been proven to have their counterparts in the world of fact.

Truth is in things, 

and not in words.