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

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?

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.

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

No one has the ability to laugh at their misfortunes like the women of the East End.

My greatest influence has been the blues. And that's a literary influence, because I think the blues is the best literature that we as black Americans have.

Imitation always stinks. When I take photos, I don't go back. I don't look at the past. I'm always original.

I don't think I'm the best singer in the world, for sure, but I loved doing it in 'Into the Woods.' I'll always find it tough, singing in front of people.

Sometimes God offends our minds in order to reveal our hearts.

I would consider myself an inventor at heart, or reinventor.

1st Valentine's Day: 200,000 BC men and women congregate on opposite sides of Pangaea, waiting for someone to make the first move.

It can be said unequivocally that good teaching is far more complex, difficult, and demanding than mediocre research, which may explain why professors try so hard to avoid it.

Tim was dead. And he's always been a loser. I'd be damned if I was going to be the victim of a loser - or anyone else.

My call is the call of battle- I nourish active rebellion;/ He going with me must go well armed.