Look thy last on all things lovely, Every hour

All but blind In his chambered hole Gropes for worms The four-clawed Mole.

All day long the door of the sub-conscious remains just ajar; we slip through to the other side, and return again, as easily and secretly as a cat.

A harvest mouse goes scampering by, With silver claws and silver eye; And moveless fish in the water gleam, By silver reeds in a silver stream.

After all, what is every man? A horde of ghosts - like a Chinese nest of boxes - oaks that were acorns that were oaks. Death lies behind us, not in front - in our ancestors, back and back until.

Once a man strays out of the common herd, he's more likely to meet wolves in the thickets than angels.

What a haunting, inescapable riddle life was.

And some win peace who spend The skill of words to sweeten despair Of finding consolation where Life has but one dark end.

A lost but happy dream may shed its light upon our waking hours, and the whole day may be infected with the gloom of a dreary or sorrowful one; yet of neither may we be able to recover a trace.

An hour's terror is better than a lifetime of timidity.

For beauty with sorrow Is a burden hard to be borne: The evening light on the foam, and the swans, there; That music, remote, forlorn.

Enjoy the beauty, love and peace of a sacred Christmas.

Walk away. Leave her be.

There is no human nature, since there is no god to conceive it.

Wisdom is merely the movement from fighting life to embracing it.

I was born in a slum, but the slum wasn't born in me.

The sad pattern of lack of trust in God has persisted since the Creation.

The real key is to live in an environment where the mind feels free to choose the right thing instead of being compelled by habit and inertia to choose the wrong thing.

Under each formula lies a corpse.

Buffy loves Angel. He loves her. And I love Ho Hos.

The triumph can't be had without the struggle.