Since when, " he asked, "Are the first line and last line of any poemWhere the poem begins and ends?

Hope is not optimism, which expects things to turn out well, but something rooted in the conviction that there is good worth working for.

Believe that a further shore is reachable from here.

Even if the hopes you started out with are dashed, hope has to be maintained.

Anyone with gumption and a sharp mind will take the measure of two things: what's said and what's done.

I can't think of a case where poems changed the world, but what they do is they change people's understanding of what's going on in the world.

If you have the words, there's always a chance that you'll find the way.

History says, Don’t hope On this side of the grave, But then, once in a lifetime The longed-for tidal wave Of justice can rise up, And hope and history rhyme

Poetry is always slightly mysterious, and you wonder what is your relationship to it.

All I know is a door into the dark

I have begun to think of life as a series of ripples widening out from an original center.

Always be fearless. Walk like lion, talk like pigeons, live like elephants and love like an infant child.

While the archetype of the tinker is generally the whipping person in classical bedtimes stories, this particular individual was a tinker by trade and just happened to be economically disadvantaged.

The message I'll share...is that inclusion is extremely important for kids with and without disabilities.

Writing for children is murder. A chapter has to be boiled down to a paragraph. Every word has to count.

L'adolescence est le seul temps o u' l'on ait appris quelque chose. Adolescence is the only time when we can learn something.

I just do what I do. I like to make music

In 1920, the West ruled huge amounts of the world.

I regard myself as one of the most dangerous enemies of religion

You will never exploit your full technical capacity if your fitness remains a weak link.

The devil can cite Scripture for his purpose. An evil soul producing holy witness Is like a villain with a smiling cheek, A goodly apple rotten at the heart. O, what a goodly outside falsehood hath!