Fra Lippo, we have learned from thee A lesson of humanity: To every mother's heart forlorn, In every house the Christ is born.

My name may have buoyancy enough to float upon the sea of time.

Better than honor and glory, and History's iron pen, Was the thought of duty done and the love of his fellow-men.

In the embers shining bright A garden grows for thy delight, With roses yellow, red, and white. But, O my child, beware, beware! Touch not the roses growing there, For every rose a thorn doth bear.

Against the darkness outer God's light his likeness takes, And he from the mighty doubter The great believer makes.

We lean on Faith; and some less wise have cried, "Behold the butterfly, the see that's cast!" Vain hopes that fall like flowers before the blast! What man can look on Death unterrified?

I am the spirit of the morning sea, I am the awakening and the glad surprise.

I am the laughter of the new-born child On whose soft-breathing sleep an angel smiled.

Knights of the spirit; warriors in the cause Of justice absolute 'twixt man and man.

Since ancient Time began, Ever on some great soul God laid an infinite burden-- The weight of all this world, the hopes of man, Conflict and pain, and fame immortal are his guerdon.

Give me a theme," the little poet cried, "And I will do my part," "'Tis not a theme you need," the world replied; "You need a heart.

A word was more valuable to them when they were not sure of its value. Since they became famous, their word has been more expensive but its value is less.

All four of us were young and undaunted and our smiles were so strong that it made me smile even then on the couch, with a kind of loss.

Obviously, there's a million things we're allowed to say on late-night cable that you're not allowed to say on a prime time broadcast.

This is what extremely grieves us, that a man who never fought Should contrive our fees to pilfer, on who for his native land Never to this day had oar, or lance, or blister in his hand.

My first assistant-coaching job in football was at William & Mary in 1961.

Time is a part of eternity, and of the same piece with it.

We will burn the old grass and the new will grow.

...it is difficult to master one's feelings and be exact in everything in the midst of many affairs

I never kissed a bear, I've never kissed a goon, but I can shake a chicken in the middle of a room.

I speak as much Spanish as anyone who has grown up in Southern California or Texas or Arizona. I had my three years of high-school Spanish and a couple of semesters in college.