There is no marriage in Heaven, but there is love.

Work for your own soul's sake.

To put meaning in one's life may end in madness, But life without meaning is the torture Of restlessness and vague desire-It is a boat longing for the sea and yet afraid.

In time you shall see Fate approach you In the shape of your own image in the mirror.

Immortality is not a gift, Immortality is an achievement; And only those who strive mightily Shall possess it.

To love is to find your own soul Through the soul of the beloved one.

There is the silence of age, too full of wisdom for the tongue to utter it in words intelligible to those who have not lived the great range of life.

The tongue may be an unruly member-- But silence poisons the soul.

To this generation I would say: Memorize some bit of verse of truth or beauty.

The snows and the roses of yesterday are vanished; And what is love but a rose that fades?

I have known the silence of the stars and of the sea. And the silence of the city when it pauses, And the silence of a man and a maid, And the silence for which music alone finds the word.

I am amazed at the intensity of your dreams

One of life’s mysteries is why two children growing up in the same home sometimes take radically different paths—one following Christ, the other rebellious and scornful. Yet it happens.

what ismore beautifultears, in someone’s eyesfor meor in my eyesfor them.

As we change, our writing changes too. You cannot write the same poem twice. And that's a good thing.

Abandon hope all ye who enter here.

Speaking as a builder, if you start something, you must have a vision of the thing which arises from your instinct about preserving and enhancing what is there.

perhaps there's no sharper spur to meditation than answered prayer.

I try and make little stories. Whether it's with a pencil or with bits of records, it's really the same thing.

Firmness in enduring and exertion is a character I always wish to possess. I have always despised the whining yelp of complaint and cowardly resolve.

A narrative voice with conviction is often hard to find. But not in baseball. The minors teach two lost American arts: how to chew tobacco and how to tell a story.