I have a rendezvous with death... I will not fail that rendezvous

But I've a rendezvous with Death At midnight in some flaming town, When Spring trips north again this year, And I to my pledged word am true, I shall not fail that rendezvous.

From a boy I gloated on existence. Earth to me Seemed all-sufficient and my sojourn there One trembling opportunity for joy.

At Earth's great market where Joy is trafficked in, Buy while thy purse yet swells with golden Youth.

So die as though your funeral Ushered you through the doors that led Into a stately banquet hall Where heroes banqueted.

Spirit of Beauty, whose sweet impulses, flung like rose of dawn across the sea, alone can flush the exalted consciousness with shafts of sensible divinity-light of the world, essential loveliness.

Jesus wastes none of our stories, even our tales of woe. He transforms them into epic adventures where we dare to face our past for the sake of our present.

Lonely trees are not lonely

You'll never see it my way, because you're not me!

Is there a God? Who knows? Is there an angry unicorn on the dark side of the moon?

Writing for me, even what you call serious writing, is play.

The nations of the world, if they follow the Lord, will continue to be a blessing to His children so long as they trust and follow Him.

Why should I want to be white? I am a Negro - and beautiful!

If we accept all that is wrong about us - and despite it, believe that we are deserving of a happy life - then we will have thrown open an immense window that will allow love to enter.

Hats make people feel good, and that's the point of them.

Admiration for ourselves and our institutions is too often measured by our contempt and dislike for foreigners.