I do not ask, O Lord, that life may be a pleasant road.

Joy is like restless day; but peace divine like quiet night; Lead me, O Lord, till perfect Day shall shine through Peace to Light.

No star is lost once we have seen, We always may be what we might have been.

Dreams grow holy put in action.

One by one the sands are flowing, One by one the moments fall; Some are coming, some are going; Do not strive to grasp them all.

One by one bright gifts from heaven Joys are sent thee here below; Take them readily when given, Ready, too, to let them go.

Kinds hearts are here; yet would the tenderest one Have limits to its mercy; God has none.

Do no cheat thy Heart and tell her, 'Grief will pass away.'

Dreams grow holy put in action; work grows fair through starry dreaming, But where each flows on unmingling, both are fruitless and in vain.

Half my life is full of sorrow, Half of joy, still fresh and new; One of these lives is a fancy, But the other one is true.

Do not look at life's long sorrow; see how small each moment's pain.

The wound is the seed of wonder.

Abolishers of the soul (materialists) are necessarily abolishers of hell, they, certainly, are interested. At all events, they are people who fear to live again--lazy people.

No matter what vision you have in Nigeria. The first thing that must be done is to destroy Terrorist.

In art, either as creators or participators, we are helped to remember some of the glorious things we have forgotten, and some of the terrible things we were asked to endure...

All characters have a voice but not all voices have character. And it's all about character and personality.

Each time I fail to think about death, I have the impression of cheating, of deceiving someone in me.

All great ideas should be followed by an exclamation mark - a warning signal similar to the skull and crossbones drawn on high-voltage transformers.

The hoop is there to remind us not to jump through it, not to submit to someone else's control.

Universal truths have become an embarrassment, but they won't quite go away.

I was myself the compass of that sea: I was the world in which I walked, and what I saw Or heard or felt came not but from myself; And there I found myself more truly and more strange.