My soul to-day Is far away Sailing the Vesuvian Bay.

I hate the sin, but I love the sinner.

The heavens are full of floating mysteries.

Look how the blue-eyed violets glance love to one another.

All in their lifetime carve their own soul's statue.

Under his spurning feet, the road Like an arrowly alpine river flowed And the landscape sped away behind Like an ocean flying before the wind.

...civility doesn't require consensus or the suspension of criticism. It is simply the ability to disagree productively with others while respecting their sincerity and decency.

A chord that becomes a melodious delusion, In polar discrepancy from blue to yellow painted, In yellow I existed, with digoxin’s deadly illusion, Like Van Gogh’s stars in a bright night untainted.

In making friends, she was wary of people who foster dependency and feed on it. She had been involved with a few--the blind attract them, and they are the enemy.

I don't drop players. I make changes.

I've started doing yoga and meditation, but I'm not very good at that kind of thing and turning my brain off.

Were born to be players, not pawns.

It is better to inconsistently save some lives than to consistently save none.

You can learn a line from a win and a book from a defeat.

Thus the skilful general conducts his army just as though he were leading a single man, willy-nilly, by the hand.

The pallor of girls' brows shall be their pall; Their flowers the tenderness of patient minds, And each slow dusk a drawing-down of blinds.