I Love your lips when they're wet with wine and red with wicked desire.

The truest greatness lies in being kind, the truest wisdom in a happy mind.

There is no chance, no destiny, no fate, that can circumvent or hinder or control the firm resolve of a determined soul.

When we tire of well-worn ways, we seek for new. This restless craving in the souls of men spurs them to climb, and to seek the mountain view.

Divine the Powers that on this trio wait. Supreme their conquest, over Time and Fate. Love, Work, and Faith - these three alone are great.

So many gods, so many creeds, so many paths that wind and wind while just the art of being kind is all the sad world needs.

To sin by silence, when they should protest, makes cowards of men.

Always continue the climb. It is possible for you to do whatever you choose, if you first get to know who you are and are willing to work with a power that is greater than ourselves to do it.

A weed is but an unloved flower.

There is nothing we cannot live down, and rise above, and overcome.

With every deed you are sowing a seed, though the harvest you may not see.

Once the tugboat takes you out to the ocean liner, you got to get all the way on board. Can't straddle both decks.

More tears are shed over answered prayers than unanswered ones.

Prayer is the voice of faith.

I am deeply concerned with the diminution of the teaching strength of the country as a result of the disproportionately low salaries that are paid to teachers throughout the country.

Strive not for perfection..but for lives and loves that matter.

I think a photograph, of whatever it might be - a landscape, a person - requires personal involvement. That means knowing your subject, not just snapping at whats in front of you.

Having felt people's love and support first hand through difficult moments in my life makes me feel it's our responsibility to help one another.

Our fate is shaped from within ourselves outward, never from without inward.

We should never fear to negotiate, nor negotiate from fear.

The truth of history crowds out the truth of fiction - as if one were obliged to choose between them.