So runs my dream, but what am I?An infant crying in the nightAn infant crying for the lightAnd with no language but a cry.

Tis better to have loved and lost, Than never to have loved at all.

There rolls the deep where grew the treeO earth, what changes hast thou seen!There where the long street roars hath been.The stillness of the central sea.

That loss is common would not makeMy own less bitter, rather more:Too common! Never morning woreTo evening, but some heart did break.

GRIEF TAUGHT ME TO LIVE NUMB. Death takes more than just the one life. It thieves tiny particles from the ones left behind until you feel only half alive.

Billions of years before twelve step groups, God committed shotgun suicide. Today wall scrapings share His gratitude stories.

Gods, man, don't you start now, ' I said softly. 'We're going to get a terrible reputation if we just keep travelling across the countryside crying all the time.

It's easy to design expensive products. But there's that product democracy that I believe very strongly in to make something affordable for almost anybody that would want to use it.

So as my kids will tell you, they had a pretty normal life.

Don't 'over-control' like a novice pilot. Stay loose enough from the flow that you can observe it, modify, and improve it.

O people who take pleasure in a life that will vanish, falling in love with a fading shadow is sheer stupidity

Are my words ever actually audible, or do they just echo in my head while people stare at me, waiting?

Not in vain is Ireland pouring itself all over the earth. The Irish, with their glowing hearts and reverent credulity, are needed in this cold age of intellect and skepticism.

There are some needs only you can see. There are some hands only you can hold. There are some people only you can reach.