It is not raining to me, It's raining daffodils; In every dimpled drop I see Wild flowers on distant hills.

The morning drips her dew for me, Noon spreads an opal canopy. Home-bound, the drifting cloud-crafts rest Where sunset ambers all the west...

The Dawn is a wild, fair woman, With sunrise in her hair; Look where she stands, with pleading hands, To lure me there.

The problem is simply finding the right person. Ask Plato. Just make sure she finishes your thoughts and you finish hers. That's all you need.

It's ridiculous to think that taking out words will heal hearts, because a palm-sized box is just not enough for the anger of this world.

He had long been curious at leaders intermittent calls for a return to past values and had tested the notion by trying to build a house from the sky downwards

We need a different kind of leadership in the White House that understands how to get bureaucracies competent again.

First, separate ground, sea and air warfare is gone forever. If ever again we should be involved in war, we will fight it in all elements, with all services, as one single concentrated effort.

I'm a nerd. I like to sit in the library. I don't like to sweat.

Humility is not thinking less of yourself; it is thinking of yourself less. Humility is thinking more of others.

I've always been clear, I support the traditional definition of marriage.

Religion . . . shall mean for us the feelings, acts and experiences of individual men in their solitude.