Life is a smoke that curls- Curls in a flickering skein, That winds and whisks and whirls, A figment thin and vain, Into the vast inane. One end for hut and hall.

beyond this place of wrath and tears looms but the horror of the shade

It matters not how strait the gate, How charged with punishments the scroll; I am the master of my fate: I am the captain of my soul.

Men may scoff, and men may pray, But they pay Every pleasure with a pain.

Life is worth Living Through every grain of it, From the foundations To the last edge Of the cornerstone, death.

So many are the deaths we die Before we can be dead indeed.

Here is the ghost Of a summer that lived for us, Ere is a promise Of summer to be.

Under the bludgeonings of chance My head is bloody, but unbowed.

Open your heart and take us in, Love-love and me.

Were I so tall as to reach the pole or grasp the ocean at a span, I must be measured by my soul. The mind is the standard of the man.

Night with her train of stars And her great gift of sleep.

A rhythm becomes a habit when we can no longer hear the music.

Today, I don't believe in destiny. But I do believe in history...There's nothing more powerful than history...

I was trying to be this person who is cool, eternally rocking.

My most romantic job: I was a manager at Baskin-Robbins.

We need missionaries to match our message.

Evil is a far more cunning and persevering propagandist than good, for it has no inward strength, and is driven to seek countenance and sympathy.

Some people think reality must be constantly depressing, but I think reality is something you rise above.

Study is a life long pursuit.

The vision of extraordinary achievement is,by definition, a few steps beyond consensus and conventional logic

... and we shall find A pleasure in the dimness of the stars.