I dissolved, so white, so unapproachable, amid my white flame, in the whiteness of moonlight

I know that each one of us travels to love alone, alone to faith and to death. I know it. I've tried it. It doesn't help. Let me come with you.

All the words are not enough to get anything said.

Maybe memories should be left the way they are.

The quality of our attention determines our experience.

Much of life becomes background, but it is the province of art to throw buckets of light into the shadows and make life new again.

This thing all things devours: Birds, beasts, trees, flowers; Gnaws iron, bites steel; Grinds hard stones to meal; Slays king, ruins town, And beats high mountain down.

The clothes are not making me If I like it, that's all that mattersIt's not about the clothes. It's about how I am as a person and how confident I am.

Failure leaves open a door for us to try, and try again.

We go in withering July To ply the hard incessant hoe; Panting beneath the brazen sky We sweat and grumble, but we go.

One of our key strategies has been to restructure traditional high schools into small learning communities with personalized attention and a range of options.

For a long time I was convinced that the conflict between Jewish people and black people in this country was a media event.

‎"Dost thou understand? I love thee!" he cried again."What love!" said the unhappy girl with a shudder.He resumed,--"The love of a damned soul.