There, by the starlit fences The wanderer halts and hears My soul that lingers sighing About the glimmering weirs.

And malt does more than Milton can to justify God's ways to man.

Great literature should do some good to the reader: must quicken his perception though dull, and sharpen his discrimination though blunt, and mellow the rawness of his personal opinions.

That is the land of lost content, I see it shining plain, the happy highways where I went and cannot come again.

They put arsenic in his meat And stared aghast to watch him eat; They poured strychnine in his cup And shook to see him drink it up.

Now, of my threescore years and ten, Twenty will not come again.

Loveliest of trees, the cherry now Is hung with bloom along the bough.

On Wenlock Edge the wood's in trouble;His forest fleece the Wrekin heaves;The wind it plies the saplings double, And thick on Severn snow the leaves.

The last hour from midnight had lost half its quarters, and the stars went lifting up the great minutes.

The house of delusions is cheap to build but drafty to live in.

Oh I have been to Ludlow fair, and left my necktie God knows where. And carried half way home, or near, pints and quarts of Ludlow beer.

Religion is the last cultural barrier to gender equity.

Some madness doesn't act mad to begin with, sometimes it will knock politely at the door, and when you let it in, it'll simply sit in the corner without a fuss - and grow.

I achieve what I plan because I plan what I can achieve.

I feel successful when the writing goes well. This lasts five minutes. Once when I was on the bestseller list I also felt successful. That lasted three minutes.

Some songs are just like tattoos for your brain... you hear them and they're affixed to you.

Life continually teaches. We eventually catch on.

In nakedness I behold the majesty of the essential instead of the trappings of pretension.

The path of repentance, though hard at times, lifts one ever upward and leads to a perfect forgiveness.

Strange that we all defend our wrongs with more vigor than we do our rights.

I’m not playing the race card. I’m playing the rice card.