It is better to aim high and miss than to aim low and hit.
Goals are like stepping-stones to the stars. They should never be used to put a ceiling or a limit on achievement
Reach Up Your Hand... and take a star.
The tree is a slow, enduring force straining to win the sky.
To touch is to heal, to hurt is to steal, If you want to kiss the sky, better learn how to kneel. On your knees, boy...
Why did I keep hitching myself to dreams as big as that Montana sky? I was like Rooster Jim's chickens, with no way to fly that high.
Since I have spread my wings to purpose high, The more beneath my feet the clouds I see, The more I give the winds my pinions free, Spurning the earth and soaring to the sky.
Aim high. You may still miss the target, but at least you won't shoot your foot off.
Sometimes I fly like an eagle but with the wings of a wren
I dream of flight, not to be as the angels are, but to rise above the smallness of it all. The smallnesss that I am. Against the daily death the iconography of wings.
I have scarcely touched the sky and I am made of it.
And reaching up my hand to try, I screamed to feel it touch the sky.
The dust's for crawling, heaven's for flying, Wherefore, O Soul, whose wings are grown, Soar upward to the sun!
And then I am going to rattle the stars.
It's true that all the men you knew were dealers who said they were through with dealing Every time you gave them shelter. I know that kind of man It's hard to hold the hand of anyone who is reaching for the sky just to surrender.
