The loving are the daring.

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.

Death is not rare, alas! nor burials few, And soon the grassy coverlet of God Spreads equal green above their ashes pale.

Truth is the torch that gleams through the fog without dispelling it.

I think it's time for the Army to understand that power should be enshrined in the people if we are to be a genuine democracy and not in any particular institution or organisation.

What is the best thing you can do in a close game? Drive to the basket and put pressure on the defense! Not jack up jump shots

Next to the wicked lives of men, nothing is so great a disparagement and weakening to religion as the divisions of Christians.

What made it special made it dangerous, so I bury it... and forget.

I am determined to practice deep listening. I am determined to practice loving speech.

What is the Balmain girl? It’s a woman who knows what she wants and is going to express it

I think almost everybody enjoyed fairy tales when they were young, tales of witches and ogres and monsters and dragons and so forth. You get a little bit older, you can't read fairy tales any more.

Your faith depends on the strength of its object...a puny god just won't do.