Birth our night into dayAnd bathe it clean, So that beloved things can glowTogether in a litter of light.

Be content to love, to dazzle in the light, If only for moments… And then be gone, With gladness in your heart, Before the creeping shadows Claim too much your sadness at leaving.

Ours was such a delicious risk. My being abruptly and altogether Ecstatic and be-stilled.

On the canvas of life, Every sweep of the brush matters, Counts for something.

Sense how Even the smooth stones ache With stories of their own In the shuddering light of day.

The searing light of morning Asks unwelcome questions, Fragile hopes soon blistered by daylight.

Be brave enough to never yearn For that you cannot hold close In your heart forever. Tread lightly, cherish compassion And live in the moment without fear.

Ultimately not one amongst us Will ever be denied that, The glimmer of a chance to shine.

I am sad, like the hot dust on the streets And the music of fresh fallen leaves Caught in a sliding summer breeze.

Sublime moments refracted, Even if only for seconds, Caught forever in your soul.

Nothing that truly matters Can ever evaporate, Be excised, Burnt out of your soul.

A man is fortunate if he encounters living examples of vice as well as of virtue to inspire him.

Some people say, 'Save yourself and you save your ways.' I say, 'Be yourself and you save your soul.

Morality is not a large, constructed *thing* you have or have not, but simply a capacity. Something you carry with you in your brain and in your hands.

Plenty of people are raised Catholic and then aren't Catholic anymore, like any religion.

Design is as much an act of spacing as an act of marking.

A picture of my existence... would show a useless wooden stake covered in snow... stuck loosely at a slant in the ground in a ploughed field on the edge of a vast open plain on a dark winter night.

As an individual, I take every match seriously, no matter who I'm going to play.

But beauty itself is not given to us by anyone; it is a power we have within us from the gate, a radiance inside us.

I am available to all women - all women who can afford me, that is.

Books, in all their variety, offer the human intellect the means whereby civilisation may be carried triumphantly forward.