The hill pines were sighing, O'ercast and chill was the day; A mist in the valley lying Blotted the pleasant May.

I know that if odour were visible, as colour is, I'd see the summer garden in rainbow clouds.

When men were all asleep the snow came flying, In large white flakes falling on the city brown, Stealthily and perpetually settling and loosely lying, Hushing the latest traffic of the drowsy town.

Were I a cloud I'd gather My skirts up in the air, And fly I well know whither, And rest I well know where.

When first we met we did not guess that Love would prove so hard a master.

So sweet love seemed that April morn, when first we kissed beside the thorn, so strangely sweet, it was not strange we thought that love could never change.

And whiter grows the foam, The small moon lightens more; And as I turn me home, My shadow walks before.

But I can tell - let truth be told - That love will change in growing old; Though day by day is nought to see, So delicate his motions be.

All things therefore are charged with love, are charged with God and if we knew how to touch them give off sparks and take fire, yield drops and flow, ring and tell of him.

Beauty, the eternal Spouse of the Wisdom of God and Angel of his Presence thru' all creation.

O soul, be patient: thou shalt find A little matter mend all this; Some strain of music to thy mind, Some praise for skill not spent amiss.

He who cannot endure the bad will not live to see the good.

I believe that it is impossible to stop people from using the fossil fuels, so we need to develop technologies which allow us to use them without creating environmental havoc on the planet.

America has gone crazy with greed. I really have to say that.

If you don't have a righteous objective,eventually you will suffer. When you do the right thing for the right reason,the right result awaits.

People begin to become successful the minute they decide to be.

Skin cancer became personal to my family when my father was diagnosed with basal cell carcinoma.

Gosh, if I'm gonna take a big stand on something I would hope it would be for more than flip flops!

Don't get upset with your imperfections. Surrender to the Power of God's Love, which is greater than our weakness.

You see me here, you gods, a poor old man, As full of grief as age; wretched in both.