And we wept that one so lovely should have a life so brief.

The air was fragrant with a thousand trodden aromatic herbs, with fields of lavender, and with the brightest roses blushing in tufts all over the meadows.

Go forth under the open sky, and list To Nature's teachings.

The moon is at her full, and riding high, Floods the calm fields with light. The airs that hover in the summer sky Are all asleep to-night.

It is said to be the manner of hypochondriacs to change often their physician.

Hark to that shrill, sudden shout, The cry of an applauding multitude, Swayed by some loud-voiced orator who wields The living mass as if he were its soul!

These struggling tides of life that seem In wayward, aimless course to tend, Are eddies of the mighty stream That rolls to its appointed end.

But 'neath yon crimson tree Lover to listening maid might breathe his flame, Nor mark, within its roseate canopy, Her blush of maiden shame.

Autumn, the year's last, loveliest smile.

There is a day of sunny rest For every dark and troubled night; And grief may hide an evening guest, But joy shall come with early light.

The groves were God's first temples.

It was like how people find other people to be in love with, all random and accidental and lucky.

Life's full of chances to hurt yourself or someone else.

We sail within a vast sphere ever drifting in uncertainty driven from end to end.

I attended Art & Design High School, and at one point, you had to write about what you wanted to be when you grew up. I wrote that I wanted to be a writer for 'Mad' magazine.

Speculative stock movements are carried too far in both directions, frequently in the general market and at all times in at least some of the individual issues.

I'm very interested in variations.

I have so many favorite writers, it's very hard to select a few... of classic writers, I have always admired Emily Dickinson and Henry David Thoreau.

The secret of power is the knowledge that others are more cowardly than you are.

But I believe that God is overheadAnd as life is to the living, so death is to the dead.

As the senior commander in Vietnam, I was aware of the potency of public opinion - and I worried about it.