April's rare capricious loveliness.

Buttercups, bright eyed and bold, hold their chalices of gold to catch the sunshine and the dew.

And the stately lilies stand Fair in the silvery light, Like saintly vestals, pale in prayer; Their pure breath sanctifies the air, As its fragrance fills the night.

Around in silent grandeur stood The stately children of the wood; Maple and elm and towering pine Mantled in folds of dark woodbine.

Yet, O thou beautiful rose! Queen rose so fair and sweet. What were lover or crown to thee, without the clay at thy feet?

Aspirations pure and high Strength to do and to endure Heir of all the Ages, I Lo! I am no longer poor!

Stars will blossom in the darkness, Violets bloom beneath the snow.

No mother who stands upon low ground herself can hope to place her children upon a loftier plane. They may reach it, but it will not be through her.

Who soweth good seed shall surely reap; The year grows rich as it groweth old, And life's latest sands are its sands of gold!

In every set of circumstances, we get to create our own experience.

People tend to suppress that which they cannot express.

No matter how many times you save the world, it always manages to get back in jeopardy again.

I believe that the foundation of democratic liberty is a willingness to believe that other people may perhaps be wiser than oneself.

When fighting clowns, always go for the juggler.

I tossed off a mention of the pirates early on. And they became integral to the backstory. Sometimes now I imagine them in the woods. They scare me. All men. Dirty and wearing red.

I'm fascinated by the awful, awful things that human beings do to each other.

...it is seldom indeed that a composition which was poor when the picture was taken can be improved by reshaping it in the dark room.

The strong man is the man who can stand up for his rights and not hit back.

I have won every argument I ever had with myself.