beyond this place of wrath and tears looms but the horror of the shade

It matters not how strait the gate, How charged with punishments the scroll; I am the master of my fate: I am the captain of my soul.

Men may scoff, and men may pray, But they pay Every pleasure with a pain.

Life is worth Living Through every grain of it, From the foundations To the last edge Of the cornerstone, death.

So many are the deaths we die Before we can be dead indeed.

Here is the ghost Of a summer that lived for us, Ere is a promise Of summer to be.

Under the bludgeonings of chance My head is bloody, but unbowed.

Open your heart and take us in, Love-love and me.

Were I so tall as to reach the pole or grasp the ocean at a span, I must be measured by my soul. The mind is the standard of the man.

Night with her train of stars And her great gift of sleep.

O, it's die we must, but it's live we can, And the marvel of earth and sun Is all for the joy of woman and man And the longing that makes them one." (Between the Dusk of a Summer Night, 13-16)

When men allow other people to ridicule, laugh and jeer at the truth, that cannot but bring sorrow to the heart of God

A diamond is just a rock that refused to break under heat and pressure.

I do very well three things: my job, stupidities and children.

There was that half-smirk again, playing around his lips, as if he was deciding whether the situation was amusing enough to warrant a full smile.

My mind is a neighborhood I try not to go into alone.

I'm a Baltimore Ravens fan and I'm a Baltimore Orioles fan. I have them tattooed on me.

Suffering, if it does not diminish love, will transport us to the furthest shore.

I love to sleep. My astrological sign is the sloth.

I am a firm believer that the pull for human beings is towards the good, generally outweighing the bad.

Who born so poor, Of intellect so mean, as not to know What seem'd the best; and knowing not to do? As not to know what God and conscience bade, And what they bade not able to obey?