Counting stars by candlelight all are dim but one is bright; the spiral light of Venus rising first and shining best, from the northwest corner of a brand-new crescent moon crickets and cicadas sing a rare and different tune. — Robert Hunter Copy Share Image
But I would rather be with you, somewhere in San Francisco on a back porch in July, just looking up to Heaven, at this crescent in the sky — Robert Hunter Copy Share Image
At the top of the cycle you write policies for everybody, no matter how bad, and at the bottom you cancel everybody, no matter… — Robert Hunter Copy Share Image
Poised for flight, Wings spread bright, Spring from night into the Sun. — Robert Hunter Copy Share Image
When it seems like the night will last forever, And there's nothing left to do but count the years, When the strings of my… — Robert Hunter Copy Share Image
There are times when you get hit upon, Try hard but you cannot give. Other times you'd gladly part, With what you need to… — Robert Hunter Copy Share Image
In wickedness of pride is lost the light to understand how little grace is earned and how much given. — Robert Hunter Copy Share Image
Stop thinking...The more you think, the faster you cut your own throat. What is there to think about? It always ends up the same… — Robert Hunter Copy Share Image
“There's a better way. There has to be education, and the education has to come from the poets and musicians, because it has to… — Robert Hunter Copy Share Image
Counting stars by candlelight all are dim but one is bright; the spiral light of Venus rising first and shining best, from the northwest… — Robert Hunter Copy Share Image
