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To live content with small means; to seek elegance rather than luxury, and refinement rather than fashion; to be worthy, not respectable, and wealthy, not, rich; to listen to stars and birds, babes and sages, with open heart; to study hard; to think quietly, act frankly, talk gently, await occasions, hurry never; in a word, to let the spiritual, unbidden and unconscious, grow up through the common - this is my symphony.
— William Henry Channing
[sleep is optional]
I like too many things and get all confused and hung-up running from one falling star to another till I drop. This is the night, what it does to you. I had nothing to offer anybody except my own confusion.
— Jack Kerouac
Journey starts, beneath the stars
I stand alone
I put all my fears to all these years swept away to…
and know I run this town to be near you
and know of gray skies ever turned blue
I stand alone
— Theophilus London
