But he who feels too much,He soars in angels’ tears of joy…

When the shadows shroud the woods,And the mountains are empty and bare;I am flying with the crow…

When the Earth was just a child,He searched for his mother Venus;And for his father Mars,But they were not home;They were gone elsewhere,Out there, in the great expanse; Beyond the breathing universe.

For those who sense and comprehend,They know that heaven is at hand;The river blue which stream and stream,It has the pictures of my dream.

The comedy of the wicked,Is the tragedy of the saint;But the saint’s comedy,Is the wicked’s remedy.

When a basic human need becomes a taboo, it is only a matter of time before it turns into a hideous industry.

Oh the stellar sensation,Oh the cosmic elevation;Time is sober in death,For the wine of love;Is the blue life of the earth.

Life is a joke, even though it is not always funny.

Better poetry than riches,Better poverty than fortunes.

A society without humour is like a tree without roots.

And in the vine of the divine, There is a fine line;Between tragedy and comedy,That a man cannot define.

On sunny days of summer, I am indeed the butterfly;And like the ancient drummer,I rhythm straight towards the sky…

I only wake up twice a year,And twice a year I live;In the equinox I am aware,Flying high and everywhere;On other days I grieve.

To hear her name I truly yearn,My heart is crying out;The sense of love I wish to earn,Without a second doubt.

Anarchy is merely the illusion of liberty.

The source of beauty in a man, It is humbleness and grace;Equality is the pearl of a king,Justice his scepter;Salvation is his crown.

Why was the meeting between the Americans and the Russians so tensed?Because nobody knows what Vladimir Put In Barbara’s Bush! From ‘Walk On By II