Commonplace people dislike tragedy because they dare not suffer and cannot exult.

I have seen the Lady April bringing the daffodils, Bringing the springing grass and the soft warm April rain.

Quinquireme of Nineveh from distant Ophir, Rowing home to haven in sunny Palestine, With a cargo of ivory, And apes and peacocks, Sandalwood, cedarwood, and sweet white wine.

I hold that when a person dies / His soul returns again to earth; / Arrayed in some new flesh disguise / Another mother gives him birth / With sturdier limbs and brighter brain.

O lovely lily clean, O lily springing green, O lily bursting white, Dear lily of delight, Spring in my heart agen That I may flower to men.

I must go down to the sea again, to the lonely sea and the sky; and all I ask is a tall ship and a star to steer her by.

Men in a ship are always looking up, and men ashore are usually looking down.

The three foundations of judgement: Bold Design, Constant Practice, and Frequent Mistakes.

Success is the brand on the brow of the man who aimed too low.

What am I, Life? A thing of watery salt Held in cohesion by unresting cells, Which work they know not why, which never halt, Myself unwitting where their Master dwells?

To most of us the future seems unsure. But then it always has been; and we who have seen great changes must have great hopes.

Hate looks just like everybody else until it smiles. Until it spins around and lies with lips and teeth carved into the semblance of something too passive to punch.

I’m burning in despair Love which you distanced from me Return once again I’ll forgive you againReturn, Page 19

Many times people will ask themselves, "where do I fit in?" This is my answer: You have the ability to fit where ever you are meant to be.

Most women file for bankruptcy in the aftermath of a serious medical problem, a job loss, or a family break up. It is hard to protect against those.

The struggle for morality never stays won. It's always in process.

In the 1970s vampires were pretty boring. The scariest vampire was Count Chocula. One bite of Count Chocula and you were cursed with Type 2 diabetes.

Farewell all relations and friends in Christ; farewell acquaintances and all earthly enjoyments; farewell reading and preaching, praying and believing, wanderings, reproaches, and sufferings.

School is an institution built on the axiom that learning is the result of teaching. And institutional wisdom continues to accept this axiom, despite overwhelming evidence to the contrary.

I want the services to look and sound like the Grammys. It's not showy, but we represent God, and it should be first class.

A dense undergrowth of extension cords sustains my upper world of lights, music, and machines of comfort.