A poem may be an instance of morality, of social conditions, of psychological history; it may instance all its qualities, but never one of them alone, nor any two or three; never less than all.

Men expect too much, do too little.

The dusk runs down the lane driven like hail; Far off a precise whistle is escheat To the dark; and then the towering weak and pale.

Poets are mysterious, but a poet when all is said is not much more mysterious than a banker.

Other psychological theories say a good deal about compensation.

The day's at end and there's nowhere to go, Draw to the fire, even this fire is dying; Get up and once again politely lying Invite the ladies toward the mistletoe.

The mission for the day is to encourage students to think beyond traditional career opportunities, prepare for future careers and entrance into the workplace.

I have felt darkness lead me by the hand Over the hill to greet the singing dawn.

In the cold morning the rested street stands up To greet the clerk who saunters down the world.

So face with calm that heritage And earn contempt before the age.

Experience means conflict, our natures being what they are, and conflict means drama.

Do not give up hope.

She had put on make-up in a colour scheme that indicated she might be colourblind.

Authenticity is the litmus test for the honesty, transparency, and trust which are necessary for healthy relationships.

It gets tiring, doing the same thing everyday.

It's something inside his heart that's bigger than anything. He's got the heart of a lion about to grab something.

Facts are the images of history, just as images are the facts of fiction.

I was always taught to respect my elders and I've now reached the age when I don't have anybody to respect.

If you want my ghost just say ' We've always done it that way.' and i will haunt you for 24 hours.

My family comes first, and you have to be in charge to be able to protect that. You have to be the one who says no or you don't have a life, which is what I found out the first time.

Aren’t you ever satisfied? I swear if I were mortal, I’d be limping from our last go-round. If not dead. We really need to find you a hobby other than jumping on top of me. (Acheron)