I think these difficult times have helped me to understand better than before how infinitely rich and beautiful life is in every way and that so many things that one goes around worrying about are of no importance whatsoever.
Love won't be tampered with, love won't go away. Push it to one side and it creeps to the other.
Through all the world there goes one long cry from the heart of the artist Give me leave to do my utmost.
I belong to an ancient, idle, wild, and useless tribe... I am a storyteller.