At Earth's great market where Joy is trafficked in, Buy while thy purse yet swells with golden Youth.

But I've a rendezvous with Death At midnight in some flaming town, When Spring trips north again this year, And I to my pledged word am true, I shall not fail that rendezvous.

From a boy I gloated on existence. Earth to me Seemed all-sufficient and my sojourn there One trembling opportunity for joy.

I have a rendezvous with death... I will not fail that rendezvous

So die as though your funeral Ushered you through the doors that led Into a stately banquet hall Where heroes banqueted.

Spirit of Beauty, whose sweet impulses, flung like rose of dawn across the sea, alone can flush the exalted consciousness with shafts of sensible divinity-light of the world, essential loveliness.

If your heart is a volcano, how shall you expect flower to bloom?

Thank You is a great thing to share... If a situation brings Gratitude to mind, then a heart felt Thank You is a great way to express it.

It is the job of leaders to eliminate uncertainty.

Believe me, you need good people if you want to make good players.

The best test of the quality of a civilization is the quality of its leisure.

Nature does not count nor do integers occur in nature. Man made them all, integers and all the rest, Kronecker to the contrary notwithstanding.

To be creative, an idea must also be appropriate—useful and actionable.

Public behavior is nurtured in private; earthshaking measures come form careful steps.