No blast of air or fire of sun Puts out the light whereby we run With girdled loins our lamplit race, And each from each takes heart of grace And spirit till his turn be done.

Heart's ease of pansy, pleasure or thought, Which would the picture give us of these? Surely the heart that conceived it sought Heart's ease.

Body and spirit are twins: God only knows which is which.

Today will die tomorrow.

Blossom by blossom the spring begins.

I remember the way we parted, The day and the way we met; You hoped we were both broken-hearted And knew we should both forget.

The tadpole poet will never grow into anything bigger than a frog.

A little soul scarce fledged for earth Takes wing with heaven again for goal, Even while we hailed as fresh from birth A little soul.

When the hounds of Spring are on winter's traces, The mother of months in meadow or plain Fills the shadows and windy places With lisp of leaves and ripple of rain.

Love, as is told by the seers of old, Comes as a butterfly tipped with gold, Flutters and flies in sunlit skies, Weaving round hearts that were one time cold.

His life is a watch or a vision Between a sleep and a sleep.

I think that's the real loss of innocence: the first time you glimpse the boundaries that will limit your potential.

Fight Is Excuse Love Not Refuse

None are known to be good, till they have opportunity to be bad.

Pressure is a privilege ... it's what you do with it that matters.

The higher up I went, the less happy I was.

It's not unusual for kids in their twenties to be mad at their parents.

Prudence advises us to use our enemies as if one day they might be friends.

In America, the people are not subjects of government, the government is subject to the people.

Nothing is more real than nothing.

Your business is never really good or bad 'out there.' Your business is either good or bad right between your own two ears.