Why one day in the country Is worth a month in town; Is worth a day and a year Of the dusty, musty, lag-last fashion That days drone elsewhere.

In the bleak midwinter Frosty wind made moan, Earth stood hard as iron, Water like a stone; Snow had fallen, Snow on snow, Snow on snow, In the bleak midwinter, Long ago.

Can anything be sadder than work left unfinished? Yes, work never begun.

Hurt no living thing: Ladybird, nor butterfly, Nor moth with dusty wing.

Love came down at Christmas, Love all lovely, Love Divine; Love was born at Christmas; Star and angels gave the sign.

Be the green grass above me, with showers and dewdrops wet; and if thou wilt, remember, and if thou wilt, forget.

We must not look at goblin men, We must not buy their fruits: Who knows upon what soil they fed Their hungry thirsty roots?

My heart is like a singing bird Whose nest is in a water'd shoot; My heart is like an apple-tree Whose boughs are bent with thick-set fruit.

Choose love not in the shallows but in the deep.

What is the beginning? Love. What is the course. Love still. What the goal. The goal is love.

Silence is more musical than any song.

A nation of sheep will beget a government of wolves.

Being afraid does not define your character, but what you do in the face of fear does.

Committees kill unconventional ideas for a living.

Every writer creates his own precursors. His work modifies our conception of the past, as it will modify the future.

She smiles through a thousand tears, and harbors adolescent fears. She dreams of all that she can never be, she wades in insecurity.

In Cleveland, I'm so fortunate that we're surrounded by farms with an endless variety of beautiful vegetables. For me, I always eat very tightly with the season, even if the season is only six weeks.

Each man has his own vocation; his talent is his call. There is one direction in which all space is open to him.

Christianity isn't the only group that has fundamentalists.

I mean, look, no matter how you feel about Bush, watching him speak is difficult. It's like- it's like watching a drunk man cross an icy street.

Time is not a great artist but weakens all he touches.