What silence rules the ghostly hours That guard the close of human sleep!

Let him who is worthy by reason of his clear eye and unjaded heart wander across these borders of beauty and mystery and be glad.

A prison becomes a home when you have the key.

The cool, grey city of love.

Within its gates I heard the sound Of winds in cypress caverns caught Of huddling tress that moaned, and sought To whisper what their roots had found. (“A Dream of Fear”)

And starward drifts the stricken world, Lone in unalterable gloom Dead, with a universe for tomb, Dark, and to vaster darkness whirled. (“The Testimony of the Suns”)

As a breath on glass, - As witch-fires that burn, The gods and monsters pass, Are dust, and return. (“The Face of the Skies”)

O Space and Time and stars at strife, How dreadful your infinity! Shrined by your termless trinity, How strange, how terrible, is life! (“The Testimony of the Suns”)

And fragile is thy tenure of this world Still haunted by the monstrous ghost of God. ("To Science")

The candle glimmers but an hour. The night Looms in its ancient hunger. Would you know The tragedy of human love and need? Gaze on the stars, then on a brother's face!

And fragile is thy tenure of this worldStill haunted by the monstrous ghost of God.("To Science")

Lukewarm living and claiming Christ's name simultaneously is utterly disgusting to God.

Patience, discipline - giving everything on court... This is what I'm trying to bring in every single match.

Architecture is my work, and I've spent my whole life at a drawing board, but life is more important than architecture. What matters is to improve human beings.

We had a great many horses, of which we gave Lewis and Clark what they needed, and they gave us guns and tobacco in return.

When we hope, we usually hope for the wrong thing.

My friends are my estate. Forgive me then the avarice to hoard them!

Pure and simple, balance is happiness.

But then, the flames of a fire are not made less painful by the knowledge that others are burning with you.

I am not in the least given to any violent interest in womankind, however, such as has addled the country's brains of late. Give me a manandwoman world: 'tis good enough!

We all might ask ourselves why we tune in to these more trivial matters and tune out when it comes to Darfur