We say God and the imagination are one... How high that highest candle lights the dark.

True villains are extremely photogenic.

All the great things have been denied and we live in an intricacy of new and local mythologies, political, economic, poetic, which are asserted with an ever-enlarging incoherence.

The day of the sun is like the day of a king. It is a promenade in the morning, a sitting on the throne at noon, a pageant in the evening.

The summer night is like a perfection of thought.

The imagination is one of the forces of nature.

Perhaps the truth depends on a walk around the lake.

The most beautiful thing in the world is, of course, the world itself.

The way through the world is more difficult to find than the way beyond it.

I do not know which to prefer - The beauty of inflections Or the beauty of innuendoes, The blackbird whistling Or just after.

It is not everyday that the world arranges itself into a poem.

To celebrate the Fourth of July meant something definite in those days.

Dr. Loveless: Dang these pine needles. Why can't a forest be decently carpeted?Wild Wild West (TV) Second Season: Night of the Green Terror

Focus on your potential not your past.

The journey is about coming home....There is always the return. And the wound will take you there. It is a blood-trail." (p. 220, 222)

Without death there would be no awareness of life, and the recurring selection and renewal that has caused life's progress would be ended.

I remember when I took a temp job... so I got a job at a department store. Something temporary to put on my resume, my parents said. Yeah... till I die!

I believe in women. I desire . . . to do those things that would advance women in moral and spiritual, as well as educational work.

I have taken my children all over the world to see things but I've also made a point that they need to give something back for being so blessed.

Look at the world with the vision of peace, love, and compassion. Then the whole world will appear loving and peaceful.

When a father climbs a dangerous mountain and dies, we mourn. When a mother does, we question her judgment. How could she?