Great is the rose That challenges the crypt, And quotes milleniums Against the grave.

Lo and behold! God made this starry wold, The maggot and the mold; lo and behold! He taught the grass contentment blade by blade, The sanctity of sameness in a shade.

You cannot choose your battlefield, The Gods do that for you; But you can plant a standard Where a standard never flew.

Across the downs a hummingbird Came dipping through the bowers, He pivoted on emptiness To scrutinize the flowers.

In the darkness, who would answer for the color of a rose, Or the vestments of the May moth and the pilgrimage it goes?

Once a pallid Vestal Doubted truth in blue; Listed red in ruin, Harried every hue; Barricaded vision, Garbed herself in sighs; Ridiculed the birthmarks Of the butterflies.

The rose has told In one simplicity That never life Relinquishes a bloom But to bestow An ancient confidence.

Let go the lure The striving to unmake; Behold the truth Whenever heart may ache There is a glory In a great mistake.

There is a glory in a great mistake.

The sun shall shine in ages yet to be, The musing moon illumine pastures dim, And afterwards a new nativity For all who slept the dreamless interim.

The starry brocade of the summer night Is linked to us as part of our estate; And every bee that wings its sidelong flight Assurance of a sweeter, fairer fate.

Don't eat anything your great-grandmother wouldn't recognize as food.

If we all knew who God really was and what he really wanted for each and every one of us, we would all know that only a fool could really deny him.

A guilty person sometimes has the luck to escape detection, but never to feel sure of it.

Ah," said the jailer, "do not always brood over what is impossible, or you will be mad in a fortnight.

One door away from heaven And the key is ours to lose. One door away from heaven But oh, the entry dues.

The man enslaved to wealth can never be honest.

Mao is the only real Marxist at the leadership level in the post-Marx period.

In life two negatives don't make a positive. Double negatives turn positive only in math and formal logic. In life things just get worse and worse and worse.

In ignorance, I am something; in understanding, I am nothing; in love, I am everything.

Like our bodies and like our desires, the machines we have devised are possessed of a heart which is slowly reduced to embers.