I am the master of my fate:I am the captain of my soul.

beyond this place of wrath and tears looms but the horror of the shade

It matters not how strait the gate, How charged with punishments the scroll; I am the master of my fate: I am the captain of my soul.

Men may scoff, and men may pray, But they pay Every pleasure with a pain.

Life is worth Living Through every grain of it, From the foundations To the last edge Of the cornerstone, death.

So many are the deaths we die Before we can be dead indeed.

Here is the ghost Of a summer that lived for us, Ere is a promise Of summer to be.

Under the bludgeonings of chance My head is bloody, but unbowed.

Open your heart and take us in, Love-love and me.

Were I so tall as to reach the pole or grasp the ocean at a span, I must be measured by my soul. The mind is the standard of the man.

Night with her train of stars And her great gift of sleep.

Author challenges parents to bridge the gap with maturing, more independent kids with what he calls "Knock and Pray". He says parents should invite their kids to unscheduled times to "pray... big".

We humans are different--our brains are built not to fix memories in stone but rather to transform them. Our recollections change in their retelling.

You don't just read a book to find adventure. You read a book to find yourself.

I live now on borrowed time, waiting in the anteroom for the summons that will inevitably come. And then - I go on to the next thing, whatever it is. One doesn't, luckily, have to bother about that.

Everyone is needed, but no one is necessary.

I'm pretty opinionated sometimes although my political views change all the time, too. So I'm not very zealous.

O for a life of Sensations rather than of Thoughts!

Imagination is the primary gift of human consciousness.

Frontiers are physical as well as symbolic constructions

A world of colors on the palette remaining... wandering... on canvases still emerging.