All the sea-gods are dead. You, Venus, come home To your salt maidenhead.

Men expect too much, do too little.

The dusk runs down the lane driven like hail; Far off a precise whistle is escheat To the dark; and then the towering weak and pale.

Poets are mysterious, but a poet when all is said is not much more mysterious than a banker.

Other psychological theories say a good deal about compensation.

The day's at end and there's nowhere to go, Draw to the fire, even this fire is dying; Get up and once again politely lying Invite the ladies toward the mistletoe.

The mission for the day is to encourage students to think beyond traditional career opportunities, prepare for future careers and entrance into the workplace.

I have felt darkness lead me by the hand Over the hill to greet the singing dawn.

In the cold morning the rested street stands up To greet the clerk who saunters down the world.

So face with calm that heritage And earn contempt before the age.

Experience means conflict, our natures being what they are, and conflict means drama.

What sort of world is it at all? Men on the moon and men spinning round the earth like it might be midges round a lamp, and there's not no attention paid to earthly law nor order no more.

The assertion that 'all men are created equal' was of no practical use in effecting our separation from Great Britain and it was placed in the Declaration not for that, but for future use.

I guess I'm larger than life. That's my problem.

Senate Minority Leader Harry Reid says he will not seek re-election. Harry said he wants to spend more time with his family. As I always say, check with your family.

Group interaction tends to amplify people's initial inclinations

I'm going to fight for every citizen of every background from every stretch of America.

The vast majority of species that are vanishing, we haven't even discovered yet. How can you possibly put them back in nature if the ecosystem is gone?

We cannot say that you are spiritually advanced if you are unkind to those around you.

We fall privately before we ever fall publicly.

Luxury has been railed at for two thousand years, in verse and in prose, and it has always been loved.