Alas, how can we help but mourn When hero bosoms yield their breath! A century itself may bear But once the flower of such a death.

There are those who suffer and grow strong; there are those who suffer and grow weak. This mystery of pain is still for me the saddest of earth's disabilities.

Medicine is only palliative. For behind disease lies the cause and this cause NO DRUG can reach.

Up anchor! Up anchor! Set sail and away! The ventures of dreamland Are thine for a day.

Death's but one more to-morrow.

The only reality is the grace of repentance.

our feet are grape-squashed in memoriesour skins are still flushedfrom the touch of summer’s lips.

But enough of me. Lets talk about you. What do you think of me?

What you compose with is neither here nor there, you compose with words, or you compose with stone plants and trees, or you compose with events; the Sheriff's officer, or whatever.

Mentoring is: Sharing Life's Experiences and God's Faithfulness

Combinatorialists and analysts always have different names for everything, in order to keep themselves from interacting.

India brings out so many different feelings in me. I've been fascinated with India and Indian culture as long as I can remember - ever since the '60s with the Beatles and Maharishi Mahesh Yogi.

Every other consideration and plan and emphasis is secondary to that of wielding the forces of prayer.

She's as plastic as you are. If you ever have kids, they'll come out of the birth canal with Fisher-Price stamped on their butts.

At the sight of blackbirds Flying in a green light, Even the bawds of euphony Would cry out sharply.