If illness' end be health regained then I Will pay you, Asculapeus, when I die.

Pain ebbs, And like cool balm, An opiate weariness Settles on eye-lids, on relaxed Pale wrists.

If itWere lighter touchThan petal of flower restingOn grass, oh still too heavy it were, Too heavy!

Thou hast Drawn laughter from A well of secret tears And thence so elvish it rings, -mocking And sweet.

The old Old winds that blew When chaos was, what do They tell the clattered trees that I Should weep?

Not thou, White rose, but thy Ensanguined sister is The dear companion of my heart's Shed blood.

Sea-foam And coral! Oh, I'll Climb the great pasture rocks And dream me mermaid in the sun's Gold flood.

Scarlet the poppies Blue the corn-flowers, Golden the wheat. Gold for the Eternal: Blue for Our Lady: Red for the five Wounds of her Son.

With night's Dim veil and blue I will cover my eyes, I will bind close my eyes that are So weary.

Still as On windless nights The moon-cast shadows are, So still will be my heart when I Am dead.

No guile? Nay, but so strangely He moves among us. . Not this Man but Barabbas! Release to us Barabbas!

Trust is the glue of life. It's the most essential ingredient in effective communication. It's the foundational principle that holds all relationships.

You're like a man who loves nothing better than a thick steak but wouldn't last an hour in a slaughterhouse.

During the days in detention, I thought most about the moon.

Agricultural science is largely a race between the emergence of new pests and the emergence of new techniques for their control.

I was a skinny, scrawny guy. I stuttered horrendously, couldn't speak at all. I was a very shy, reserved player and a very shy, reserved person. I found a safe place in life in basketball.

A lot of Irish people perform. They perform in drawing rooms. They sing songs and they play piano.

I don't want to be grotesque, but when you're 330 pounds, it's hard to wipe your a-. You know?

Her grandmother used to tell her that a pink sky meant someone in the distance had just fallen in love . . . .

There's something fundamentally wrong with a system where there's been 17 years of a Tory Government and the people of Scotland have voted Socialist for 17 years. That hardly seems democratic.

Disneyland is a work of love...Drawing up plans and dreaming of what I could do, everything. It was just something I kind of kept playing around with.