Every life has its years in which one progresses as on a tedious and dusty street of poplars, without caring to know where he is.
Sentiment: NEGATIVE
I don't follow any of what the pop world is doing. Sometimes I feel like that's a weakness, actually, that I'm too in my own bubble. But I'm really just interested in the inner journey. And pop is all about the exterior world, the material.
Life is life. Some of the wisest people you meet are sweeping our streets.
Every man's road in life is marked by the graves of his personal liking.
As life runs on, the road grows strange with faces new - and near the end. The milestones into headstones change, Neath every one a friend.
Life has a funny way of becoming ordinary as soon as it can.
The road is a lonely place, and that sounds like a cliche, you know, like what is my life?
Our daily lives are so mundane, we get taken over by what is immediately in front of us and we don't see beyond that.
I live every day, day to day. I will go wherever life takes me. I'm not questioning it.
Years go by. I go here, I go there, I have all sorts of adventures, and then I look back and say, 'Wow that's kind of an unusual way to live your life.'
A man who lives everywhere lives nowhere.