No guile? Nay, but so strangely He moves among us. . Not this Man but Barabbas! Release to us Barabbas!

Pain ebbs, And like cool balm, An opiate weariness Settles on eye-lids, on relaxed Pale wrists.

If itWere lighter touchThan petal of flower restingOn grass, oh still too heavy it were, Too heavy!

Thou hast Drawn laughter from A well of secret tears And thence so elvish it rings, -mocking And sweet.

The old Old winds that blew When chaos was, what do They tell the clattered trees that I Should weep?

Not thou, White rose, but thy Ensanguined sister is The dear companion of my heart's Shed blood.

Sea-foam And coral! Oh, I'll Climb the great pasture rocks And dream me mermaid in the sun's Gold flood.

If illness' end be health regained then I Will pay you, Asculapeus, when I die.

Scarlet the poppies Blue the corn-flowers, Golden the wheat. Gold for the Eternal: Blue for Our Lady: Red for the five Wounds of her Son.

With night's Dim veil and blue I will cover my eyes, I will bind close my eyes that are So weary.

Still as On windless nights The moon-cast shadows are, So still will be my heart when I Am dead.

I also don't believe that whatever come after life depends on my correctly reciting a list of my transgressions-that sounds too much like an Erudite afterlife to me, all accuracy and no feeling.

Never say never. The things that you don't plan are the best. I'm a very spontaneous person.

I'm a fairy. I'd come and hear, "How was your day, honey?" And I'd be like, "I was a fairy. I don't know."

To freely bloom that is my definition of success. The question then is, How does arguing with our children advance our goal that our children freely bloom.

It's really funny because the same people who loved me as Stringer Bell were the same people that were watching Daddy's Little Girls literally in tears.

Upon the demon-ridden pilgrimage of human life, what next I wonder.

I've always been careful never to predict anything that had not already happened.

You will free yourself from the cumbersome impossibilities of needing to control the world, your friends, your mate, your children.

There is no person so severely punished, as those who subject themselves to the whip of their own remorse.

If you ask me anything I don't know, I'm not going to answer.