The pathway traced with blood and tears, and dust of all our father's dead, Whose backward footsteps, wandering, red, Fade to the mist of nameless years.(“The Testimony of the Suns”)

And fragile is thy tenure of this worldStill haunted by the monstrous ghost of God.("To Science")

And starward drifts the stricken world, Lone in unalterable gloomDead, with a universe for tomb, Dark, and to vaster darkness whirled.(“The Testimony of the Suns”)

The candle glimmers but an hour. The nightLooms in its ancient hunger. Would you knowThe tragedy of human love and need?Gaze on the stars, then on a brother's face!

Be sure that head and heart were laidIn wisdom down, content to die.Be sure he faced the Starless SkyUnduped, unmurmuring, unafraid.(“The Passing of Bierce”)

As a breath on glass, -As witch-fires that burn, The gods and monsters pass, Are dust, and return.(“The Face of the Skies”)

O Space and Time and stars at strife, How dreadful your infinity!Shrined by your termless trinity, How strange, how terrible, is life!(“The Testimony of the Suns”)

A little while, their hunger unfulfilled, The mothlike worlds flit 'round the guttering sun.("Ephemera")

Within its gates I heard the soundOf winds in cypress caverns caughtOf huddling tress that moaned, and soughtTo whisper what their roots had found.(“A Dream of Fear”)

Where got she her sullen mouthAnd where her swaying form?Would she live on eggs and applesWhen the blood of men is warm?(“The Young Witch”)

What silence rules the ghostly hoursThat guard the close of human sleep!(“The Testimony of the Suns”)

You don’t’ have to fear. You only need to have faith.

Signposts are our intuition asking inner wisdom to be set free.

On less lucid evenings, every library is a haunted cemetery.

I must be careful not to get trapped in the past. That's why I tend to forget my songs.

Those who are flexible in thought, will inevitably succeed.

Each generation, we peel back biases that have blinded those before us. The more we know about the past enables us to ask richer and more provocative questions about who we are today.

We sit for a week and listen to an extraordinary amount of people talk about what they do in the intelligence world. It's pretty overwhelming.

So the danger of conservative judicial activism has been averted for another year. Stay tuned.

Looking for inspiration in expression, I have actually always looked to singers and violinists. I have never really looked only at the recorder as a remedy for my expressions.

Innovation is usually the result of connections of past experiences. But if you have the same experiences as everyone else, you are unlikely to look in a different direction.