The Poet's leaves are gathered one by one, In the slow process of the doubtful years.

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.

Religions are easy to invent. Most traditional religions have little or nothing to do with reality, are dependent on obfuscation, interpretation, guilt, and unreasoning faith.

To me, music that breaks your heart is the music that stays with you forever.

Cancer is always funny.

There are a lot of things that are done in the federal government that are done because Washington did them.

I grew up Windlesham in Surrey, which is a beautiful and quaint village.

So please don't think I have a 'down' on the MVS people. I'm just pulling off their arms to beat other people over the head with.

Don't nobody like a man they can't figure.

I looked for perfection, and I found something better.

About half of the loyalists who left the United States ended up going north to Canada, settling in the province of Nova Scotia and also becoming pioneering settlers in the province of New Brunswick.