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.