Pity speaks to grief more sweetly than a band of instruments.

The sea! The sea! The open sea!, The blue, the fresh, the ever free!

Oh, the summer night, Has a smile of light, And she sits on a sapphire throne.

O human beauty, what a dream art thou, that we should cast our life and hopes away on thee!

Shadows fall on even the brightest hours.

I 'm on the sea! I 'm on the sea! I am where I would ever be, With the blue above and the blue below, And silence wheresoever I go.

Death is the tyrant of the imagination.

The sweetest noise on earth, a woman's tongue; A string which hath no discord.

I never was on the dull, tame shore, But I loved the great sea more and more.

Not the rich viol, trump, cymbal, nor horn, Guitar, nor cittern, nor the pining flute, Are half so sweet as tender human words.

So mightiest powers buy deepest calms are fed, And sleep, how oft, in things that gentlest be!

A leader must stand up for his team even when he has to stand alone.

[N]othing is more easily corrupted than an artist.

If human society loses the value of justice, compassion, and honesty, the next generation will face greater difficulties and more suffering.

The thoughts that you will never make it comes to every person who ever did something great in their lives

We forgive only that which requires forgiveness. To do otherwise is wasteful of grace.” -- Laniel, Abbot of Bilkar the Furred

Do you believe in an afterlife?" the gunslinger asked him as Brown dropped three ears of hot corn onto his plate.Brown nodded. "I think this is it.

May God strengthen and brighten your path.

And, coaching has never been an option for me.

I think one of the good things about writing novels is that you always start from scratch.

A classical education enables you to despise the wealth that it prevents you from achieving.