The stream from Wisdom's well, Which God supplies, is inexhaustible.

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.

If they don't walk away, we have to walk away, and sometimes we do it crying.

You the human are the highest temple of God. I would rather worship you, than worship any temple, image or book.

Fear makes us feel our humanity.

The only way to be sure of catching a train is to miss the one before it.

I love prudence very little, if it is not moral.

Why was so much evil pleasant, pretty on the outside, like poisoned candy?

You ever try to go a day without judgment?

You cannot be so poor that you cannot help somebody.

Once you're a mom, whether you're kids are next to you or far away from you, you're always a mom.

I won't tolerate lying.