the little street Into its gloom retires, secluded and shy.

They shall not grow old, as we that are left grow old. Age shall not weary them, nor the years condemn. At the going down of the sun and in the morning we will remember them.

Age shall not weary them, nor the years condemn.

We are living in a time of trouble and bewilderment, in a time when none of us can foresee or foretell the future.

With proud thanksgiving, a mother for her children, England mourns for her dead across the sea.

We too should make ourselves empty, that the great soul of the universe may fill us with its breath.

They shall grow not old, as we that are left grow old: Age shall not weary them, nor the years condemn. At the going down of the sun and in the morning, We will remember them.

Strive to be more than number one—strive to be the greatest number one.

People forget history nowadays, he lamented, that is what the ego does, making one the prisoner of one's inflated present, ignoring the humble past one has lived.

If you're wrestling with some sort of decision, reflect for a moment and ask yourself, Am I being brave, or am I being safe? In the end, it depends on whether we think God can be trusted.

Coal that bears that pressure meets a diamond.

Prose, poetry, and drawings stand side by side in a very democratic way in my work.

I take what isn't mine and I covet other people's lives.

I have often been told that I have many of the same mannerisms as Jack Benny and certainly Bob Cummings.

I suppose subconsciously I was thinking in terms of having the scale of it matching the scale of the images. Hence the sort of string quartet, jazz band and electronic stuff.

I am confident and not trying to hide my bump. I actually want to accentuate it.

We go into the red next year... I shall have to give up polo.