And the wind that saddens, the sea that gladdens, Are singing the selfsame strain.

And far and wide, in a scarlet tide, The poppy's bonfire spread.

Pansies in soft April rains Fill their stalks with honeyed sap Drawn from Earth's prolific lap.

I love thee, I love but thee, With a love that shall not die.

From the desert I come to thee, On a stallion shod with fire; And the winds are left behind In the speed of my desire.

But who will watch my lilies, When their blossoms open white? By day the sun shall be sentry, And the moon and the stars by night!

By wisdom wealth is won; but riches purchased wisdom yet for none.

With rushing winds and gloomy skies The dark and stubborn Winter dies: Far-off, unseen, Spring faintly cries, Bidding her earliest child arise; March!

The hollows are heavy and dank With the steam of the Goldenrods.

The knowledge of my sin Is half-repentance.

The loving are the daring.

Sometimes you just gotta hope for the hope of having hope some day.

I decided on the spot that I would be an artist, and I assure you, it was no ordinary artist I had in mind.

When I was in my 40s, Microsoft was my primary activity.

All these toys were never intended to possess my heart. My true good is in another world, and my only real treasure is Christ.

I try to be the same person I was yesterday.

I'm not more or less conscious than any other rapper out there.

Maharajji told me, 'Give up anger and I'll help you.' I found that love freed me back into the ocean of love and my righteous anger didn't do that. And I would rather be free than right.

Fear of death only comes through the brittleness of the ego.

Next to ‘God’, ‘love’ is the word most mangled in every language.

Annabeth pressed her lips to Percy’s ear. “I love you.” She wasn’t sure he could hear her—but if they died, she wanted those to be her last words.