For the glory born of Goodness Never dies, And its flag is not half-masted In the skies.

The delicate thought, that cannot find expression, For ruder speech too fair, That, like thy petals, trembles in possession, And scatters on the air.

A bird in the hand is a certainty, but a bird in the bush may sing.

Don't be too quickTo break bad habits: better stick,Like the Mission folk, to your arsenic.

Never a lip is curved with pain that can't be kissed into smiles again.

The creator who could put a cancer in a believer's stomach is above being interfered with by prayers.

Never a tear bedims the eye That time and patience will not dry.

If, of all words of tongue and pen, The saddest are, It might have been,' More sad are these we daily see: 'It is, but hadn't ought to be!'

The dominant expression of a child is gravity.

Each lost day has its patron saint!

But still when the mists of doubt prevail, And we lie becalmed by the shores of age, We hear from the misty troubled shore The voce of children gone before. Drawing the soul to its anchorage.

Pray, read and mediate on the Scripture. These spiritual deeds are the greatest acts to self-development

You can not go on forever stealing what you need without regard to those who come after.

Adversity Isn’t to Be Avoided

Mexicans are a band of illiterate Indians.

But no work from a first rate mind is ever really second rate.

I really felt that I had accomplished my goals in life. My first passion has always been to be a restaurateur, a good husband and father, and to provide for my family.

Most people say they talk to me and I sound older.

Nietzsche's my favorite. He's just insane.

To accept some idea of truth without experiencing it is like a painting of a cake on paper which you cannot eat.

I believe art should be an integral part of life. I try to give my work an almost magical energy that makes the viewer feel good.