“Hold fast to dreams, for if dreams die, life is a broken-winged bird that cannot fly.”

Kinship with all creatures of the earth, sky, and water was a real and active principle.

We are what we imagine. Our very existence consists in our imagination of ourselves.

You become what you believe.

It does not do to dwell on dreams and forget to live.

Stop acting so small. You are the universe in ecstatic motion.

No one realizes how beautiful it is to travel until he comes home and rests his head on his old, familiar pillow.

We have on this land that which makes life worth living.

Exile is strangely compelling to think about but terrible to experience.