Locked up from mortal eye in shady leaves of destiny.

Nights, sweet as they, Made short by lovers play, Yet long by the absence of the day.

Great little One! whose all-embracing birth Lifts Earth to Heaven, stoops Heaven to Earth.

And when life's sweet fable ends, soul and body part like friends; no quarrels, murmurs, no delay; a kiss, a sigh, and so away.

Two went to pray? Better to say one went to brag, the other to pray.

Thou water turn'st to wine, fair friend of life; Thy foe, to cross the sweet arts of Thy reign, Distils from thence the tears of wrath and strife, And so turns wine to water back again.

A pillow for thee will I bring,Stuffed with down of angel's wing.

Heaven's great artillery.

Eyes are vocal, tears have tongues, And there be words not made with lungs.

Nothing speaks our grief so well as to speak nothing.

A happy soul, that all the way To heaven hath a summer's day.

They both listened silently to the water, which to them was not just water, but the voice of life, the voice of Being, the voice of perpetual Becoming.

Voyager upon life's sea: - To yourself be true And whate'er your lot may be Paddle your own canoe.

I walk in the realm of the supernatural.

The leader is the organization's top strategist... systematically envisioning the future and specifically mapping out how to get there.

As a comic, I've heard gunshots while I'm trying to get to sleep. I've performed where people wanted to do you harm after the show because of something you said.

You didn't have to say it was gone. It was gone before it got outta here. It was going that fast.

Ceremonies are the outworks of manners.

I hate plastic surgery. I have a horror of any kind of knife. I don't like it.

God's 'failures' are really man's failures.

We are the inheritors of a million years of striving for the unspeakable.