Sweeter than the stolen kiss Are the granted kisses

And far and wide, in a scarlet tide, The poppy's bonfire spread.

Pansies in soft April rains Fill their stalks with honeyed sap Drawn from Earth's prolific lap.

I love thee, I love but thee, With a love that shall not die.

From the desert I come to thee, On a stallion shod with fire; And the winds are left behind In the speed of my desire.

But who will watch my lilies, When their blossoms open white? By day the sun shall be sentry, And the moon and the stars by night!

By wisdom wealth is won; but riches purchased wisdom yet for none.

With rushing winds and gloomy skies The dark and stubborn Winter dies: Far-off, unseen, Spring faintly cries, Bidding her earliest child arise; March!

The hollows are heavy and dank With the steam of the Goldenrods.

The knowledge of my sin Is half-repentance.

The loving are the daring.

Simplicity carried to an extreme becomes elegance.

How would I be doing this differently if I were WILLING to let it be easy?

Only feeble minds are paralyzed by facts.

I always think shooting dance is a sort of test of a filmmaker.

The beginning of all wisdom is recognition of facts.

I just want the pain to end.

I actually like Hillary Clinton. I like Barack Obama.

But we need not fear that we can lose any thing by the progress of the soul. The soul may be trusted to the end.

What are you going to do with your freedom?

Trying to apply formal methods to all software projects is just as bad as trying to apply code-and-fix development to all projects.