Myths Are Public Dreams, Dreams Are Private Myths

It is wrong to expect a reward for your struggles. 

The reward is the act of struggle itself, 

not what you win.

The painter should not paint what he sees, 

but what will be seen.

Music is the one incorporeal entrance 

into the higher world of knowledge 

which comprehends mankind 

but which mankind cannot comprehend.

Recollection is not something that I can summon up, 

it simply comes and I am the servant of it.

I mean, the general rule is 

if you're not prepared to make a mistake, 

you're not going to make much progress.

The stars, that nature hung in heaven, 

and filled their lamps with everlasting oil, 

give due light to the misled and lonely traveller.

Where's your will to be weird?

Books are like imprisoned souls 

till someone takes them down from a shelf 

and frees them.

No pressure, 

no diamonds.

Humans are amphibians — half spirit and half animal. 

As spirits they belong to the eternal world, 

but as animals they inhabit time.

It takes people a long time to learn the difference between talent and genius, 

especially ambitious young men and women.

I have never known so much naive conviction 

allied to greater intellectual poverty.

No bird soars too high if he soars with his own wings.

I am persuaded that every time a man smiles

 — but much more so when he laughs — 

it adds something to this fragment of life.

God is the indwelling 

and not the transient cause 

of all things.

We must not fear daylight just because it almost always illuminates a miserable world.

It is lamentable that to be a good patriot 

one must become the enemy of the rest of mankind.

In play, 

a child is always above his average age, 

above his daily behaviour; 

in play, 

it is as though he were 

a head taller than himself.

Morality covers our conduct, 

not what goes on inside our heads.

Realists do not fear the results of their study.

Dreams are not without meaning 

wherever they may come from:

from fantasy, 

from the elements, 

or from other inspiration.

I have found the missing link 

between the higher ape 

and civilised man; 

it is we.

Be less curious about people 

and more curious about ideas.

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.