For words divide and rend But silence is most noble till the end.

Heart's ease of pansy, pleasure or thought, Which would the picture give us of these? Surely the heart that conceived it sought Heart's ease.

Body and spirit are twins: God only knows which is which.

Today will die tomorrow.

Blossom by blossom the spring begins.

I remember the way we parted, The day and the way we met; You hoped we were both broken-hearted And knew we should both forget.

The tadpole poet will never grow into anything bigger than a frog.

A little soul scarce fledged for earth Takes wing with heaven again for goal, Even while we hailed as fresh from birth A little soul.

When the hounds of Spring are on winter's traces, The mother of months in meadow or plain Fills the shadows and windy places With lisp of leaves and ripple of rain.

Love, as is told by the seers of old, Comes as a butterfly tipped with gold, Flutters and flies in sunlit skies, Weaving round hearts that were one time cold.

His life is a watch or a vision Between a sleep and a sleep.

A tiny bit of brilliance rubs off on you every time you interact with someone brilliant.

One thing I've noticed about politics is that these guys have pretty thick hides.

Any society which does not insist upon respect for all life must necessarily decay.

(You wouldn't believe how many people will hang up a picture of an electric chair? especially if it matches the color of their curtains.

We weren't trying to walk him; he just wouldn't swing at any bad pitches.

The best way to be more free is to grant more freedom to others.

I realize I'm a very lucky man. I love what I do, I love films, TV and theater, and the fact that I'm able to make a living at it staggers me.

Americans care about their past, but for short term gain they ignore it and tear down everything that matters.

I was on the computer the other day and typed my name into Google. Everything on there was bad. I hope in a few years there might be something there about me playing football.

I never knew a man escape failures, in either mind or body, who worked seven days in a week.