I know I am--that simplest bliss The millions of my brothers miss. I know the fortune to be born, Even to the meanest wretch they scorn.

And far and wide, in a scarlet tide, The poppy's bonfire spread.

Pansies in soft April rains Fill their stalks with honeyed sap Drawn from Earth's prolific lap.

I love thee, I love but thee, With a love that shall not die.

From the desert I come to thee, On a stallion shod with fire; And the winds are left behind In the speed of my desire.

But who will watch my lilies, When their blossoms open white? By day the sun shall be sentry, And the moon and the stars by night!

By wisdom wealth is won; but riches purchased wisdom yet for none.

With rushing winds and gloomy skies The dark and stubborn Winter dies: Far-off, unseen, Spring faintly cries, Bidding her earliest child arise; March!

The hollows are heavy and dank With the steam of the Goldenrods.

The knowledge of my sin Is half-repentance.

The loving are the daring.

Explore those things you do that are satisfying

The dream too thinks twice, gets filtered to go softto be seated on children's eyes.

Deep down in me I knowed it was a lie and He knowed it. You can't pray a lie-I found that out.

The reward of suffering is experience

As an actor, to do all sorts of different films is great.

Only when you are absolutely devoted to what you do, can you produce something significant in the world.

It is not possible to 'spoil' a child with love and affection...a child needs all the love and affection it can possibly get.

I know I have the mental capacity of a thousand bloggers, but because of that, my obligation to serve God is also that of a thousand bloggers

War is a damnable, filthy thing and has destroyed civilization after civilization

Why waste good shots in practice when you might need them in a match?