When the waves are round me breaking,
As I pace the deck alone,
And my eye in vain is seeking
Some green leaf to rest upon;
What would not I give to wander
Where my old companions dwell?
Absence makes the heart grow fonder,
Isle of Beauty, fare thee well! – John Milton
So dear to Heaven is saintly chastity,
That, when a soul is found sincerely so,
A thousand liveried angels lacky her,
Driving far off each thing of sin and guilt. – John Milton
None can love freedom heartily, but good men the rest love not freedom, but licence. – John Milton
The ages of seven to eleven is a huge chunk of life, full of dulling and forgetting. It is fabled that we slowly lose the gift of speech with animals, that birds no longer visit our windowsills to converse. As our eyes grow accustomed to sight they armour themselves against wonder. – Leonard Cohen
Im in a period of growth and expansion. Im taking long, hard looks at the world and whats happening in it, analyzing and thinking. Im trying to become acquainted with the universe — with the part of it I occupy — and trying to settle, for myself, what my relationship with it is. – Gene Roddenberry