The weary August days are long; The locusts sing a plaintive song, The cattle miss their master's call When they see the sunset shadows fall.

Faith and joy are the ascensive forces of song.

A critic must accept what is best in a poet, and thus become his best encourager.

Above the clouds I lift my wing To hear the bells of Heaven ring; Some of their music, though my fights be wild, To Earth I bring; Then let me soar and sing!

Men are egotists, and not all tolerant of one man's selfhood; they do not always deem the amities elective.

Poetry is an art, and chief of the fine art; the easiest to dabble in, the hardest in which to reach true excellence.

Worth, courage, honor, these indeed Your sustenance and birthright are.

Music waves eternal wands,-- Enchantress of the souls of mortals!

Fashion is a potency in art, making it hard to judge between the temporary and the lasting.

But every human path leads on to God; He holds a myriad finer threads than gold, And strong as holy wishes, drawing us With delicate tension upward to Himself.

Genius does not need a special language; it uses newly whatever tongue it finds.

Antitrust law isn't about protecting competing businesses from each other, it's about protecting competition itself on behalf of the public.

Every day you use dozens of products that have strong chemicals in them, but remember, the only difference between poison and medicine is dosage.

You need an incredible amount of self-confidence to go digging around in someone's brain.

The name's Bond. James Omar Bond.

We tend to think of great thinkers and innovators as soloists, but the truth is that the greatest innovative thinking doesn't occur in a vacuum.

Coaches have to watch for what they don't want to see and listen to what they don't want to hear.

The only place I really get recognized is at Ralphs. Whenever I'm in L.A., I go to Ralphs, and for some reason, everyone there recognizes me.

Politics should be about politics, not tribal ties

I do not believe in a personal connection to God; that's where it gets transcendental.

After all, what is every man? A horde of ghosts - like a Chinese nest of boxes - oaks that were acorns that were oaks. Death lies behind us, not in front - in our ancestors, back and back until.