Of every noble work the silent part is best; of all expression, that which cannot be expressed.

Oh! faint delicious spring-time violet, Thine odor like a key, Turns noiselessly in memory's wards to let A thought of sorrow free.

But the gray and the cold are haunted by a beauty akin to pain, by a sense of a something wanted that never will come again.

The Poet in his ArtMust intimate the whole, and say the smallest part.

The shadows of twilight grow, And the tiger’s ancient fierceness In my veins begins to flow.

Let us remember that we need to forgive to be forgiven.

They say to never look back.But sometimes I do. It’s gratifying to see how far I’ve come.

There is so much hypocrisy in sports.

I'm a very physical person. I hug people, more so than shake hands.

Wealthy people are just as patriotic as poor people, I honest to God believe that.

I can't prove to you that there is a God, I just know. All this suffering has to have a reason.

Not bombs nor my broken heart can take away from me walking barefoot with you in jasmine June through the Field of Mars.

I wasn't happy with my performance at the World Championships in Daegu. I had an unbelievable race in the heats, but misjudged the semi and finished last.

The value of life can be measured by how many times your soul has been deeply stirred.

Basked in the sun,listened to birds,licked off raindrops,and only in flightthe leaf saw the treeand graspedwhat it had been.