Here with my beer I sit, while golden moments flit: alas! They pass unheeded by: and as they fly, I, being dry, sit idly sipping here, my beer.

O sweet September, thy first breezes bring The dry leaf's rustle and the squirrel's laughter, The cool fresh air whence health and vigor spring And promise of exceeding joy hereafter.

The living need charity more than the dead.

But leave me to my beer! Gold is dross, love is loss, so if I gulp my sorrows down, or see them drown in foamy draughts of old nut-brown, then I do wear the crown, without the cross!

Life for the living, and rest for the dead!

I love this simple maiden, She grows upon me more and more, And--ask the moon who 't was that kissed, Last night upon the shore!

I hold that all the evil we know on earth finds in this violence done to love its true and legitimate birth.

What rare days were those, When my chief duty was to write a song.

The glass of your life is darkened, and darkly through it you see distorted and ghastly fragments of duty and destiny.

I let my summer days pass idly on.

Experience is bitter, but its teachings we retain; It has taught me this--who once has loved, loves never on earth again!

It must never be forgotten that the general standard of learning and culture of a nation has a large part in determining its law and polity.

This is the purpose of life, is it not? To create life is the greatest act a living creature can commit.

We are so habitually nostalgic by now that we anticipate looking back in the midst of enjoyment, look forward to watching the videos we're taking of our children even as we make them.

I tend to have a kind of tunnel vision when I'm looking at an individual piece.

There is a certain way of searching for the truth in mathematics that Plato is said first to have discovered. Theon called this analysis.

There had to be a hysteria and a fear sent through America in order to get increased war budgets.

For every man with a baseball story - a memory of a moment at the plate or in the field - there is a woman with a couldn't-play-baseball story.

A basketball team is like the five fingers on your hand. If you can get them all together, you have a fist. That's how I want you to play.

When one's eyes are anointed with the salve of prema, spiritual love then we could see Vrindavan.

Everyone who's a success, is a continual learner.