Spirit of Beauty, whose sweet impulses, flung like rose of dawn across the sea, alone can flush the exalted consciousness with shafts of sensible divinity-light of the world, essential loveliness.

But I've a rendezvous with Death At midnight in some flaming town, When Spring trips north again this year, And I to my pledged word am true, I shall not fail that rendezvous.

From a boy I gloated on existence. Earth to me Seemed all-sufficient and my sojourn there One trembling opportunity for joy.

I have a rendezvous with death... I will not fail that rendezvous

At Earth's great market where Joy is trafficked in, Buy while thy purse yet swells with golden Youth.

So die as though your funeral Ushered you through the doors that led Into a stately banquet hall Where heroes banqueted.

No man can claim to be free in real terms unless he is fully in control of his own destiny!

Older couples bring obligations such as support payments and debt as well as decades of financial experience to a marriage.

I've never done any advertising because I feel I am in a position of trust, and that has been very liberating

The creative person basically has two kinds of jobs: One is the sexy, creative kind. Second is the kind that pays the bills. Sometimes the task at hand covers both bases, but not often.

Such power there is in clear-eyed self-restraint.

Permission from the government is an expensive commodity. New ideas rarely have this kind of support. Old ideas often have deep legislative connections to defend them against the new.

I really don't look at my past and I really don't look too much to the future because I find that's sort of redundant. I really live right in the present. I live right in the now.

Only the unprepared are overcome by pressure

Apperance is a Consequence of Fitness.

The best part of married life is the fights. The rest is merely so-so.