Heaven's great artillery.

Nights, sweet as they, Made short by lovers play, Yet long by the absence of the day.

Great little One! whose all-embracing birth Lifts Earth to Heaven, stoops Heaven to Earth.

And when life's sweet fable ends, soul and body part like friends; no quarrels, murmurs, no delay; a kiss, a sigh, and so away.

Two went to pray? Better to say one went to brag, the other to pray.

Thou water turn'st to wine, fair friend of life; Thy foe, to cross the sweet arts of Thy reign, Distils from thence the tears of wrath and strife, And so turns wine to water back again.

A pillow for thee will I bring,Stuffed with down of angel's wing.

Eyes are vocal, tears have tongues, And there be words not made with lungs.

Nothing speaks our grief so well as to speak nothing.

A happy soul, that all the way To heaven hath a summer's day.

Eyes that displace the neighbor diamond, and outface that sunshine by their own sweet grace.

Whether I'm being influenced by new music that I'm listening to, books I've read, my friends, or my faith, I'm learning all the time.

Always, through my whole life, I've had a thirst for knowledge.

No one could understand the bond between me and my brother. I struggled to understand the forces that drove his soul in one direction and mine in another.

Parties sickened me. I hated the game-playing, the dirty play, the flirting, the amateurs drunks, the bores.

Talk into my bullet hole. Tell me I'm fine.

Common sense is only a modification of talent. Genius is an exaltation of it. The difference is, therefore, in degree, not nature.

I knew how many MPs I had assigned to the brigade, how many military prison operations I would be running, but we needed to evaluate how many criminal prison operations we could support.

Learn about a pine tree from a pine tree, and about a bamboo plant from a bamboo plant.

Less land, less time, more crop.

God expects no complaining on our part and offers no explanation on His part.