No one else was as close and as open, No one else so boiled my blood, Even he, who consigned me to torment, Even he, who caressed and forgot.

I’m happy. But some beauty is nonesuch - The gently sloping path across the wood, The wretched bridge that’s just a little skewed And that, for which, I won’t be waiting much.

Forgive me that I felt forsaken, That grief and angst was all I knew. Forgive me that I kept mistaking Too many other men for you.

Why is it that you still beguile me –As wind, stone, bird – and all the likes? Why is that you smile on me – With sudden summer lightning strikes?

In the absence of light, you find the brightest parts of you.

Progress is a comparative of which we have not settled the superlative.

My life is too tight, he wanted to say. My skin is too tight. The walls are too tight.

And surely one of the best rules in conversation is, never to say a thing which any of the company can reasonably wish had been left unsaid.

For my daughter, it's going to mean something special that Hillary Clinton accepts the nomination, and I wanted to make sure that she sees that.

As a property developer, I learned a long time ago to choose your battles wisely and that, unfortunately, compromise is a given.

It's a great start, but we have a tough group: we have big teams like Denmark, Armenia and Serbia, so starting here gives us a good opportunity to fight until the end.

Progress is precisely that which rules and regulations did not foresee.

Your genius will shine through, and happiness will fill your life, the instant you discover your higher purpose and direct all your energies towards it.

Thou hast not half that power to do me harm As I have to be hurt.