What a man does for pay is of little significance. What he is, as a sensitive instrument responsive to the world's beauty, is everything!

I never ask a man what his business is, for it never interests me. What I ask him about are his thoughts and dreams.

I never ask a man what his business is, for it never interests me. What I ask him about are his thoughts and dreams.

Ocean is more ancient than the mountains, and freighted with the memories and the dreams of Time.

But are not the dreams of poets and the tales of travellers notoriously false?