One sees clearly only with the heart. Anything essential is invisible to the eyes. – Antoine de Saint-Exupéry, The Little Prince, 1943, translated from French b
[P]oetry, that pearl of intelligence and life, reflects on our brow some pale rays of the glory that has faded away from it. – Alexandre Vinet (1797–1847)
Lonesome. Lonesome. I know what it means. Here all by my lonesome, dreaming empty dreams. Weary. Weary at the close of day, wondering if tomorrow brings me joy or sorrow. – Leon Redbone
