Seen on a night in November How frail Above the bulk Of crashing water hangs, Autumn, evanescent, wan, The moon.

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.

You know the people, " said Pamela, "who say, 'Of course I love reading, but I've no time, alas!' as if everyone who loves reading doesn't make time.

She didn't know how she would survive when every breath stung, every tear burned, and every step took her further from the only man she'd ever loved.

The only way to get rid of my fears is to make films about them.

Just before consumers stop doing something, they do it with a vengeance.

When you have a global mush, people lose their identity, they become pseudonyms, they have no investment and no consequence in what they do.

Just being in a room with myself is almost more stimulation than I can bear.

A locked big door always kneels down in front of its little key! Every giant has a weak side!

Knowest thou not that kings have long hands? [Lat., An nescis longos regibus esse manus?]

We were put on this Earth as creatures of God to have dominion over the Earth, to use it wisely and steward it wisely, but for our benefit not for the Earth's benefit.

Ages employed in making history have no time for studying it.