I am influenced by every second of my waking hour.
Look how the blue-eyed violets glance love to one another.
All in their lifetime carve their own soul's statue.
I hate the sin, but I love the sinner.
Under his spurning feet, the road Like an arrowly alpine river flowed And the landscape sped away behind Like an ocean flying before the wind.
My soul to-day Is far away Sailing the Vesuvian Bay.
The heavens are full of floating mysteries.
The safe and cultural method of eating crackers in bed is to wear a diver's suit instead of pajamas.
The child's true constructive energy, a dynamic power, has remained unnoticed for thousands of years. Just as men have trodden the earth, and later tilled its surface, without thought for the immense wealth hidden in its depths, so the men of our day make progress after progress in civilized life, without noticing the treasures that lie hidden in the psychic world of infancy.
The cult of happiness turns into a huge concern which to my opinion is exactly contrary to what happiness should be: a paradise of enchantment.
Change is always subjective.