show me what you do, and I’ll tell you what you believe.

you could list your friends, but you can’t count on them.
.. it’s not the price that’s going to cost you, it’s just the weight that’s going to bring you down

Still I would want to be someone who’d answer to me:
Someone who sees like a child, gives like a saint,
feels like an angel — never mind the broken wings,
and speaks like a picture, cries like the rain, shines like a star,
as long as the fire remains.