A handful of red sand from the hot clime Of Arab deserts brought, Within this glass becomes the spy of Time, The minister of Thought.

Softly the evening came /with the sunset/.

A single conversation across the table with a wise man is better than ten years mere study of books.

Behind the clouds is the sun still shining.

Into each life some rain must fall.

The best thing one can do when it's raining is to let it rain.

My soul is full of longing for the secret of the sea

It takes less time to do a thing right, than it does to explain why you did it wrong.

Every man has his secret sorrows which the world knows not; and often times we call a man cold when he is only sad.

Sit in reverie and watch the changing color of the waves that break upon the idle seashore of the mind.

Lives of great men all remind us We can make our lives sublime, And departing, leave behind us Footprints on the sands of time.

I'd rather have a bottle in front of me than a frontal lobotomy.

We didn't starve but nobody ate chicken unless we were sick or the chicken was.

Don't gossip- particularly about other women. Kindness is the secret to true femininity.

Bad, quirky poetry might be better than some of the good stuff, because it really comes from the heart.

The CIA's research program is described in a book called "The Search for the Manchurian Candidate."

People aren't interested in blueprints; they want to sense the painter's involvement and pleasure in the subject. . . . Paint a sense of place.

After he routed Pharnaces Ponticus at the first assault, he wrote thus to his friends: "I came, I saw, I conquered.

Could a man live by it, it were not unpleasant employment to be a poet.

Farewell, farewell! but this I tell To thee, thou Wedding-Guest! He prayeth well, who loveth well Both man and bird and beast.

I am a rune a carrot a little joke