Death is the tyrant of the imagination.

The sea! The sea! The open sea!, The blue, the fresh, the ever free!

Oh, the summer night, Has a smile of light, And she sits on a sapphire throne.

O human beauty, what a dream art thou, that we should cast our life and hopes away on thee!

Shadows fall on even the brightest hours.

I 'm on the sea! I 'm on the sea! I am where I would ever be, With the blue above and the blue below, And silence wheresoever I go.

Pity speaks to grief more sweetly than a band of instruments.

The sweetest noise on earth, a woman's tongue; A string which hath no discord.

I never was on the dull, tame shore, But I loved the great sea more and more.

Not the rich viol, trump, cymbal, nor horn, Guitar, nor cittern, nor the pining flute, Are half so sweet as tender human words.

So mightiest powers buy deepest calms are fed, And sleep, how oft, in things that gentlest be!

Truth is hard, propaganda is cheap.

You put butterflies back into my soul and painted their wings with passion and poetry.

He tugs me closer, and my ankles lock behind him. "Is it PG-13 time?

It's not time to worry yet

Take away the cause and the effect ceases.

No mirror keeps its glances.

He who offers God a second place offers Him no place.

I still subscribe to the minority view that all horses are offensive weapons and not to be trusted a yard.

Looking at the pond, all I could think was that it is an incredivle thing, how a whole world can rise from what seems like nothing at all.

You get one life. And if you make the mistake of choosing a profession that doesn't enrich anybody but you, you wont even live that one