At daybreak Morn shall come to meIn raiment of the white winds spun.

And some by hours; Some measure days by dreams And some by flowers; My heart alone records My days and hours.

Into the sunset's turquoise marge The moon dips, like a pearly barge; Enchantment sails through magic seas, To fairland Hesperides, Over the hills and away.

Old homes! old hearts! Upon my soul forever Their peace and gladness lie like tears and laughter.

There are haunters of the silence, ghosts that hold the heart and brain.

This is the truth as I see it, my dear, Out in the wind and the rain: They who have nothing have little to fear, Nothing to lose or to gain.

What magic shall solve us the secretOf beauty that's born for an hour?

Some shall reap that never sow And some shall toil and not attain.

Again let us dream where the land lies sunny And live, like the bees, on our hearts' old honey, Away from the world that slaves for money-- Come, journey the way with me.

A God who punishes disobedience will teach us to obey and endure when it would be holy to protest and righteous to refuse to cooperate.

My dad always said that hard work beats talent when talent doesn't work hard enough.

One of the walls of my bedroom was a collage of about 15 years of baseball photos. I would cut out the baseball pictures from every issue and I had this huge montage of thousands of pictures.

It is the powerful who know how to honour, it is their art, their domain for invention.

I think the Jews need me right now.

Man is embedded in nature.

Most countries choose to have government run the economy.

To be old can be glorious if one has not unlearned how to begin.

With my writing, I generally just pretend that no one's reading it. I allow myself that delusion so that I can write the things that I write.

I think every red-blooded male enjoys brandishing a firearm.